Well, Marcus Flynt's no Rupert Grint - my stage fright's gone away!
I've found my groove, above the Quidditch field.
Up on a broom, and guarding the hoops, it's a red-haired handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.

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Oh, put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today;
Watch us score, do it for
Gryffindor.

Fred, Harry and George got lifetime bans, brawlin' in front of the fans;
They gave Draco his lumps but then Umbridge got them thrown out.
Viktor Krum can go suck his thumb, I'm gonna make him look dumb;
Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.

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Yeah! I caught it, I blocked it!

Got a Cleansweep Seven, it's Keeper's Heaven, and Oliver's old team robes;
You know I think it's time to give this crowd a thrill.
I'll block everything, and hear 'em sing: "Weasley is Our King!"
Ravenclaws, you and your Seeker can go cry!

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Yeah!