A/N: this is a songfic, rewritten lyrics to the song "playboys of the southwestern world" by Blake Shelton. Do you like that song? Do you like Harry Potter books? Then you'll love this fic!
This is a song about best friends!
Sirius Black was a boy I knew
Since he was eleven and I was too
He went to Hogwarts with me
He was a 'bad apple' on his family tree
Kinda ripened and rotted when he met me
Two kindred spirits, bound by destiny
Well, I was smart but I lacked ambition,
Sirius was wild with no inabition
It was about like mixing fire and gasoline!
And he'd say
"hey Jamesie!
Let's go down to Hogsmeade,
Chase sexy witches, drink ourselves silly
Show them goody-two-shoes how to get silly
Got a pocket full of galleons and the marauderers' map!
Just give the one-eyed-witch a tap,"
Said, "don't you know all those Hogwarts chicks
Want men like us that aint stupid pricks"
Lalalalalalalalala
Lalalala
Shalalalalalalalalala
Lalalala
At the end of our seventh year
We found more to life than butterbeer
We were proud to join the order of the phoenix
We were strong and brave and tried and true
Happy to do whatever we could do
But we still had a wild and crazy side
That we couldn't hide
So my favorite memory of that fall
Was the night Sirius came streakin' down the hall
Wearing nothing but his wizards hat and some mardi-graw beads…
And he said
"hey, Jamesie,
Let's go down to hogsmeade
Chases sexy witches drink ourselves wild
Show them goody-two-shoes that we havn't mild
Got a pocket full of galleons, so grab your broom!
Don't forget to lock your room"
Said, "don't you know now that Voldy's on the run
It's about time we had us some fun"
Lalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalala
Shalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalala
And I'd say we had a little change in plans
Like when the Prewetts took their last stand
And numbers were dwindling with hope and we thought that we had failed
You see Voldemort was hunting order members down
It was only a matter of time until he came around
After we went into hiding Sirius got bored and sent me mail
I opened each letter eagerly
They spoke of grim tales of the sights he had seen
And numbers were dwindling with hope and we thought we had failed
But the next letter had a different mood, I opened the envelope and read
Hey, Jamesie,
Don't you miss Hogsmeade? We used to chase sexy witches, drink ourselves wild,
Man finally I guess we're mild.
I miss those days, they were so carefree
Being drunk and wild and filled with glee…
I just wanted you to know I could look you in the eye today,
And very, very truly say:
Those were the best days
Of my life.
A/N: doesn't this sound so much like Sirius and James? Listen to this song at:./blake-shelton/tracks/playboys-of-the-southwestern-world--2043930 I re-wrote the lyrics, hope you liked it! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I've been terribly busy :(
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LU