They can sore, they can fly, having the time of they're life
See those guys, in the sky, they are the Quidditch team

Sitting in the Gryffindor room
Thinkin' about flyin on a broom
Get their stuff together, headin over to the pitch
Harry grabs the snitch
Nobody can beat those guys
They're so great and can sore so high
A gold ball in hand, a broom in the other
You're in the mood to play
You could go all day

They are the Quidditch Team, young, and free, not quite seventeen
Quidditch team, feel the breeze from above the trees
They can sore, they can fly, having the time of their life
See those guys, in the sky, they are the Quidditch team

Look at the crowd, they cheer 'em on
They fly once around and then their gone
Looking for a Slytherin, anyone one will do
You're in the mood to kill
They make you ill


They are the Quidditch Team, young, and free, not quite seventeen
Quidditch team, feel the breeze from above the trees
They can sore, they can fly, having the time of their life
See those guys, in the sky, they are the Quidditch team