Parody of "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne - "Decapitated" by Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington (AKA Nearly-Headless Nick)
Uh-huh, My head's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh. That's the way it is
My head's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh, That's the way it is
Hey, Ron, whatcha yellin'
for?
Haven't you seen a ghost before?
Trust me, I'm the Gryffindor Ghost, you see
Don't fear me
I've been dead for many years
Older than all the pioneers
Yes, I've been declined to join the hunt
The axe was blunt
Stuck in a rut, my head wasn't cut
Sir Patrick's head is off of his neck
Believe me, Harry, I wish I could say the same
Tell me
Why couldn't they go and
make me decapitated?
The hunt's for headless
People but they don't count me
Making me frustrated
Way back then they
They chopped and they hacked and they sliced and they diced at my neck
And you'd think it would be
Enough to dislocate my head from my neck and break it
No no no
My Deathday is the thirty-first
Please come or the party's cursed
I hope the Headless Hunt don't come this year
What's that I hear?
Myrtle, when did you get in?
Turn that frown into a grin
Sorry, about the rotten food, chum
My party's become
Stuck in a rut, my head wasn't cut
Sir Patrick's head is off of his neck
Believe me, Harry, I wish I could say the same
Tell me
Why couldn't they go and
make me decapitated?
The hunt's for headless
People but they don't count me
Making me frustrated
Way back then they
They chopped and they hacked and they sliced and they diced at my neck
And you'd think it would be
Enough to dislocate my head from my neck and break it
No no no
Hey, Ron, whatcha yellin'
for?
Haven't you seen a ghost before?
Yes, I've been declined to join the hunt
The axe was blunt
Stuck in a rut, my head wasn't cut
Sir Patrick's head is off of his neck
Believe me, Harry, I wish I could say the same
Tell me
Why couldn't they go and
make me decapitated?
The hunt's for headless
People but they don't count me
Making me frustrated
Way back then they
They chopped and they hacked and they sliced and they diced at my neck
And you'd think it would be
Enough to dislocate my head from my neck and break it
No no no
Why couldn't they go and
make me decapitated?
The hunt's for headless
People but they don't count me
Making me frustrated
Way back then they
They chopped and they hacked and they sliced and they diced at my neck
And you'd think it would be
Enough to dislocate my head from my neck and break it
No no no