VERSE:
Am                             G               C
Harry Potter spent his summers waiting for the fall;
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He?d count the days, and dream each night of Hogwarts? distant call.
                                       G               C
The Dursley?s, Harry?s relatives, were wretched as can be-a;
   F                                      G              C
He prayed each night to Satan that they?d die from gonhorrea.
    F            C                  G                   Am
But one day he recieved a note that Hogwarts had burned down:
    F                  C                G            Am
?Oh no!? he cried, and quickly donned a disappointed frown.
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He trashed his room and tore his books, and then went for his trunk,
    F                 C                  G                    E7
But Dumbledore popped out and bellowed, ?Harry! You?ve been Punk?d!?

CHORUS:
Am          G           Dm  F
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Am                  G                F                C
You killed your headmaster, now your problem?s just begun!
Am          G           Dm7         C
Run, Harry, run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
Am               G         F
Who can fend off Voldemort now?
   C
No one.