We All Follow the Great Dark Lord
To the tune of "Yellow Submarine"
A/N: I really just had fun with this one, so sorry that it's awful
Rhyming, yet nonsensical: )(
In the town where I was born,
Lived a man, who didn't grow corn,
And he told us of his plan,
Which would turn out better than his mother's flan,
So we all studied dark arts,
And we learned some nasty farts,
And we follow the great Dark Lord,
To all of us, he was adored.
Chorus
We all follow the Great Dark Lord,
The Great Dark Lord,
The Great Dark Lord,
We all follow the Great Dark Lord,
The Great Dark Lord,
The Great Dark Lord.
End of Chorus
All our friends follow him too,
Every day we torture a muggle or 32,
We cause chaos at the ministry,
Not being able to grow corn is our disability,
And when you ask, we'll shrug
And say our Persian carpet is better than your Oriental rug,
'Cause we follow the great Dark Lord,
He's just as colourful as a basket ball backboard!
Chorus
So why don't you join us,
We even have our own special bus,
Mudbloods we must destroy,
At parties we're never a killjoy,
Once we kill we wipe our wands clean,
Then enjoy hot tea and almond praline,
And the Dark Lord we revere,
When playing checkers we're always sincere.
Chorus x2