Author's Notes: Review…I don't own it.

Severus Snape was particularly glad to get away from the Hogwarts Musical. He decided that if he were forced to sing a single song more that he would personally kill Dumbledore. Why Dumbledore? Because Dumbledore informed the staff that he could stop all of the song singing, but he chose not to. Apparently, the old geezer enjoyed seeing his staff suffer. Bloody alliteration, he thought, as he realized he had been thinking with it for a while.

Back to his death threats: Dumbledore thought it "lightened the mood" of the impending doom, as Snape so eloquently put it, and that it "promoted house unity". Snape still hadn't figured out what unity the old geezer was seeing. He simply concluded that it's because old geezers are "no-sighted." For the first time since Snape had switched sides, he was actually looking forward to seeing Voldemort. Why? Because at least he bloody well won't be singing.

Voldemort: Ask any of the wizards in my cult

"YOU'RE BLOODY KIDDING ME!" Snape shouted and started twitching quite frighteningly violently. "Why are you singing!"

"What do you mean?" Lucius questioned suspiciously. "He always singings at 12:01 p.m."

"He does?"

"Yup! He does it to remind us of things and sometimes threats. He decided that he likes to sing anyway, and this way, he doesn't have to kill a bunch of people to remind us everyday."

"That's the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard," Snape drawled. "I do believe he's just gay."

"Do you think he likes me?" Lucius giggled.

"The bloody world has gone mad!" Snape proclaimed.

Voldemort: They'll tell you I'm the biggest evil lord
I hate 'em all and all of them serve me
Because the system works
The system called "I'm-Better-Than-You"...

Got a little motto
Always sees me through
When you're good to Voldi
Voldi won't kill you.

There's a lot of favors
I'm prepared to do
You do one for Voldi
He will not kill you.

They say that life is Potter's death
And that's the way I live
So, I deserve to kill Potter
For what I've got to give
Don't you know that this hand
Curses that one too
When you're good to Voldi
Voldi won't kill you!

If you want my potion
Add to my cauldron
Heat it up for Voldi
He'll get hot for you

When they pass that cauldron
Folk contribute to
You put in for Voldi
He'll put out for you

The folks atop the ladder
Are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, Snape,
And I'll boost you up yours

Let's all stroke together
Like Dumbledore's group
When you're strokin' Voldi
Voldi's strokin' you

So what's the one conclusion
I can bring this number to?
When you're good to Voldi
Voldi won't kill you!

"That was one of your best, Lord Tomika!" Lucius clapped and fluttered his eyelids.

"Do you really think so!" Voldemort blushed. "Thanks so much!"

"The bloody world has gone absobloodylutely insane," Snape whimpered and ran away as fast as he could. Which, in reality, looked like a blinding blob of grease zooming down the hall and back to Hogwarts.