The Boy
By: Demon of the Wind
There was a boy in my class, he thought he was so great
He said if he had to rate himself, he'd be above an eight
I don't get why he's not dead.
Who could survive with such a big head?
Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be like him
It seemed if you didn't like him, it'd be a gigantic sin
He was cute; I'll admit to you that
But in my personal opinion, he was a little fat
He played on the football team, quarterback to be exact
But everyone knew that he needed to be sacked!
Let me tell you, what happened to this boy in my class
He learned soon that popularity does not last
One day, after my last mid-term of advanced potions, I decided on a butter-
beer
There he was, that guy in my class, serving to people that made him leer
He looked unhappy and I couldn't help but laugh,
I must say on everyone's behalf
This boy is now a loser, and that's no mistake
And I ask you," Isn't it great?"
By: Demon of the Wind
There was a boy in my class, he thought he was so great
He said if he had to rate himself, he'd be above an eight
I don't get why he's not dead.
Who could survive with such a big head?
Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be like him
It seemed if you didn't like him, it'd be a gigantic sin
He was cute; I'll admit to you that
But in my personal opinion, he was a little fat
He played on the football team, quarterback to be exact
But everyone knew that he needed to be sacked!
Let me tell you, what happened to this boy in my class
He learned soon that popularity does not last
One day, after my last mid-term of advanced potions, I decided on a butter-
beer
There he was, that guy in my class, serving to people that made him leer
He looked unhappy and I couldn't help but laugh,
I must say on everyone's behalf
This boy is now a loser, and that's no mistake
And I ask you," Isn't it great?"