"Got Some Teeth" is by Obie Trice, Standard Apology. The spoken parts are
being said by Lee Jordan, the singing parts are by Harry, I think, though
Ginny in OotP would also be a good interpretation. Yes, I know that the
quidditch cup is silver, not gold... And now, on with the show
Still Gots Our Teeth
(Spoken)
Whoo!
Man...
There's a lot of Quidditch fans out up here tonight, boy...
Hey! Yo' team's about to get BEAT!
WHERE'S THE PITCH AT?! [loud roaring noise]
Okay, okie dokie Griffindor's here
Time to focus game time is near
And we're getting psyched in here and it's a party out there
And we're ready to talk trashy in some Slytherins ears
We're neurotic and it's cold, we need some buttery-beer
But put it off to the side and go out there to cheers
Pull up a broom and swear no hexes
Cause now players we're flying with MONSTERS [yelling]
We ain't got time to waste, let's decimate this place
Shut out the calls and the scrapes, get your face in game state
Concentrate, you'll find what you're bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible beaters barrage their bait
Why settle and wait
Let's escalate to nearest who hate
On your rears you'll need mirrors as we fly past while you go seek
C'mon
And this is our favorite song
Now sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
Okay, holey moley rainy air
Looking 'round the pitch Snakes everywhere
He caught me starin'
And the Snitch is darin' me to approach carefully an'
He ain't Head Boy material, he's so hysterical
Tons of fan girlios, life empty and material
He hollers 'cause he's got lots of dinerio
While Lee Jordan plays the scene out on the stereo
And Drac's impaired and he wants to be heading home
With a real butter beer not no Weasley Wheezes clone
And I know I don't wanna be heading home
Before I snatch the Snitch from that head full of silicone
Seven Slytherin jerks surround me up high
Found me up high, clowned me up high
Till I flip out and flip off from up high
Cursing at them idiots yelling "Fly off that ride"
And this is our favorite song
So sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
Okay, sopping poppets everywhere [hissing noise]
Gotta find some descent atmosphere
Troll-face is glaring and he's got me fearing
He's going to come over and try and bite me literal- [CRUNCH]
-ly, like a bowl of cereal,
Strawberry jammed toast and lemon pastry rolls
I'm outta order 'cause I've got a Snitch disorder
"Better cover up that blubber" and then I split [thunderclap]
But the Snitch's gone away
Let's investigate another space today
Player less in weight sees a little golden shaped---
Streaks to the scene but misses - too late!
(sing-song voice)
Word to your captain, they gotta actually practice a bit
Gotta fly and stay fit
Seems to me a little practice would benefit
Wouldn't hurt too much, but you still can't touch!
And this is our favorite song
So sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
(talking)
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ya gotta let us keep our teeth Slythies
This trophy wouldn't look right with you
Look: you, all green an' silver,
Trophy's all gold, it wouldn't work
You know what we're saying
Ha ha ha, man
It feels so good
Champions, man
GRIFFINDORS!
C'mon, let's PARTY...!
being said by Lee Jordan, the singing parts are by Harry, I think, though
Ginny in OotP would also be a good interpretation. Yes, I know that the
quidditch cup is silver, not gold... And now, on with the show
Still Gots Our Teeth
(Spoken)
Whoo!
Man...
There's a lot of Quidditch fans out up here tonight, boy...
Hey! Yo' team's about to get BEAT!
WHERE'S THE PITCH AT?! [loud roaring noise]
Okay, okie dokie Griffindor's here
Time to focus game time is near
And we're getting psyched in here and it's a party out there
And we're ready to talk trashy in some Slytherins ears
We're neurotic and it's cold, we need some buttery-beer
But put it off to the side and go out there to cheers
Pull up a broom and swear no hexes
Cause now players we're flying with MONSTERS [yelling]
We ain't got time to waste, let's decimate this place
Shut out the calls and the scrapes, get your face in game state
Concentrate, you'll find what you're bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible beaters barrage their bait
Why settle and wait
Let's escalate to nearest who hate
On your rears you'll need mirrors as we fly past while you go seek
C'mon
And this is our favorite song
Now sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
Okay, holey moley rainy air
Looking 'round the pitch Snakes everywhere
He caught me starin'
And the Snitch is darin' me to approach carefully an'
He ain't Head Boy material, he's so hysterical
Tons of fan girlios, life empty and material
He hollers 'cause he's got lots of dinerio
While Lee Jordan plays the scene out on the stereo
And Drac's impaired and he wants to be heading home
With a real butter beer not no Weasley Wheezes clone
And I know I don't wanna be heading home
Before I snatch the Snitch from that head full of silicone
Seven Slytherin jerks surround me up high
Found me up high, clowned me up high
Till I flip out and flip off from up high
Cursing at them idiots yelling "Fly off that ride"
And this is our favorite song
So sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
Okay, sopping poppets everywhere [hissing noise]
Gotta find some descent atmosphere
Troll-face is glaring and he's got me fearing
He's going to come over and try and bite me literal- [CRUNCH]
-ly, like a bowl of cereal,
Strawberry jammed toast and lemon pastry rolls
I'm outta order 'cause I've got a Snitch disorder
"Better cover up that blubber" and then I split [thunderclap]
But the Snitch's gone away
Let's investigate another space today
Player less in weight sees a little golden shaped---
Streaks to the scene but misses - too late!
(sing-song voice)
Word to your captain, they gotta actually practice a bit
Gotta fly and stay fit
Seems to me a little practice would benefit
Wouldn't hurt too much, but you still can't touch!
And this is our favorite song
So sing along as the Griffindors bring it on
And if we win here tonight and we get in deep
And wake up, man hopefully we still gots our teeth
(talking)
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ya gotta let us keep our teeth Slythies
This trophy wouldn't look right with you
Look: you, all green an' silver,
Trophy's all gold, it wouldn't work
You know what we're saying
Ha ha ha, man
It feels so good
Champions, man
GRIFFINDORS!
C'mon, let's PARTY...!