Oh, it was about time I wrote a filk for my favoritest Snape. The tune, you might have guessed, is Patsy Cline's "I Fall to Pieces," and Snape's singing to wee Harry Potter:
I Feel So Greasy
I feel so greasy
Each time I forgo my bath
I feel so greasy
And my rump's great as well.
Your father was such-uch a stupid-head,
Though from what you mother said, he was quite good in bed,
And some think I'd a thing for that Lily girl,
And perhaps, she was quite-ite the sausage curl.
I feel so greasy
Lathering up with butt-er
I feel so greasy
But aren't I quite the look-er?
Even a ex-Death-Eater's got to eat,
And I'm quite hungry, too, though not for that damn shampoo
'Cause that'd strip my locks of their greasiness
They'd be clean, I'd lose my stinkiness.
(I feel so greasy)
Each time I forgo my bath
(I feel so greasy)
Wouldya like to feel my wrath-y wrath?
You tell me to find someone else to hurt
Someone who'll squeal and moan, without much muscle tone
But each time I take points from someone else
You walk by and I feel so greasy.
You walk by and I feel so greasy.
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perhaps the most inane filk written ever, but lemme know what you think.