GOODBYE, 4 PRIVET DRIVEby Embledore
[to AUNT MARGE]
When are you gonna come down
You don't wanna hit the fan
You shouldn't have said what you did
You shouldn't insult my old man
[to UNCLE VERNON]
You know you can't hurt me forever
I don't wanna live with you
I'm not a kid that you can kick around now
This boy's too old to take abuse from you
So goodbye 4 Privet Drive
Where I spend the start of each tome
You can't lock me in your cupboard
I'm going back to my home
Back to the school where they teach all the spells
Flying my broomstick so high
Oh I finally know that my future lies
Away from 4 Privet Drive
[to AUNT MARGE]
What do you think you'll do then?
You'll never be the same
It'll take you a couple of Ministry wizards
To get you on your feet again
[to HIMSELF]
Maybe I'll get a suspension
I might get kicked out school
Using magic outside of Hogwarts
Breaks the Ministry of Magics rules
So goodbye 4 Privet Drive
Where I spend the start of each tome
You can't lock me in your cupboard
I'm going back to my home
Back to the school where they teach all the spells
Flying my broomstick so high
Oh I finally know that my future lies
Away from 4 Privet Drive
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GOODBYE, YELLOW BRICK ROADby Elton John
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
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