Reluctantly Snape made his way up to the stage and announced. 'I will be singing behind greasy hair.
No one knows what it's like
To be a bad man
To be a sad man
Behind greasy hair
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated to being a spy
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is no existent
I'm never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame all of you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
All of my pain will
show through
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is no existent
I'm never free
Professor S-N-A-P-E, call me
Professor S-N-A-P-E, call me
Professor S-N-A-P-E, call me
Professor S-N-A-P-E, call me
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
Behind greasy hair
And no one know how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm sick of being the bad guy
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is no existent
I'm never free
No one knows what it's like
To be a bad man
To be a sad man
Behind greasy hair
As the music faded away nobody cheered or clapped or laughed or anything. They just stared in amazement. It
took a while for everyone's shock to wear off. After a couple minutes of silence the great hall burst with
applause.
'Bloody hell, I never knew Snape could sing like that' Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.
'Wonderful!' Dumbledore said coming back onto the stage. 'Next we have Fred and George