"Professor Gilderoy"
Sung by: Gilderoy Lockhart
To the tune of: "Mister Cellophane"
From the musical: "Chicago"
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Chicago- Alas, not mine.
***
I, thought Gilderoy Lockhart, looking in the full-length mirror of his new
office at Hogwarts, am one sexy man. My pearly teeth. My silky hair. Many a
common ugly person has been reduced to ash in the wake of my beauty.
Gilderoy gathered his azure satin robes in his finely manicured hands, and
twirled gaily in the spotlight of summer sunshine coming in through his
window. I'm just so gosh darn pretty! he thought. So pretty I could sing.
And, inevitably, he did.
"When I stand up in a crowd
And raise my voice up way out loud
And flash a smile and toss my hair,
They notice me.
If someone at the Quidditch show
Yelled 'There's Lockhart in the second row!'
The players would fall off their brooms!
They'd notice me.
And even without acting like a fool
My name is known far beyond this school.
Most folks never have any fame, you see
But not sweet and humble, unassuming, me!
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
The name brings ladies joy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody looks right through me
Or walks right by me
Without admiring my hair!
I tell ya,
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Witch Weekly's Cover Boy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody look right through me
Or walks right by me
Without stopping to stare!
Suppose you was a sexy man!
With golden hair and bright bronze tan!
And azure eyes and dazzling smile!
They'd notice you.
Suppose you was one talented bloke
Who slew zombies and saved village folk!
And flew real well wrote great books!
They'd notice you.
I've muscle rippling on my arms and rear!
This school is really lucky that I'm here!
Hate to say, but I'm much better than you!
I'm charming and I'm talented,
And humble, too!
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Like a male Helen of Troy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody looks right through me
Or walks right by me
Without admiring my hair!
Without admiring my hair!"
Gilderoy examined his own perfect face in the mirror one more time.
"I hope I'm not to sexy for my own good."
Sung by: Gilderoy Lockhart
To the tune of: "Mister Cellophane"
From the musical: "Chicago"
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Chicago- Alas, not mine.
***
I, thought Gilderoy Lockhart, looking in the full-length mirror of his new
office at Hogwarts, am one sexy man. My pearly teeth. My silky hair. Many a
common ugly person has been reduced to ash in the wake of my beauty.
Gilderoy gathered his azure satin robes in his finely manicured hands, and
twirled gaily in the spotlight of summer sunshine coming in through his
window. I'm just so gosh darn pretty! he thought. So pretty I could sing.
And, inevitably, he did.
"When I stand up in a crowd
And raise my voice up way out loud
And flash a smile and toss my hair,
They notice me.
If someone at the Quidditch show
Yelled 'There's Lockhart in the second row!'
The players would fall off their brooms!
They'd notice me.
And even without acting like a fool
My name is known far beyond this school.
Most folks never have any fame, you see
But not sweet and humble, unassuming, me!
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
The name brings ladies joy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody looks right through me
Or walks right by me
Without admiring my hair!
I tell ya,
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Witch Weekly's Cover Boy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody look right through me
Or walks right by me
Without stopping to stare!
Suppose you was a sexy man!
With golden hair and bright bronze tan!
And azure eyes and dazzling smile!
They'd notice you.
Suppose you was one talented bloke
Who slew zombies and saved village folk!
And flew real well wrote great books!
They'd notice you.
I've muscle rippling on my arms and rear!
This school is really lucky that I'm here!
Hate to say, but I'm much better than you!
I'm charming and I'm talented,
And humble, too!
Gilderoy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Like a male Helen of Troy!
Professor Gilderoy!
Nobody looks right through me
Or walks right by me
Without admiring my hair!
Without admiring my hair!"
Gilderoy examined his own perfect face in the mirror one more time.
"I hope I'm not to sexy for my own good."
