You're a magician, Mr. Grint Your powers are unreal But you’re always overshadowed By that Potter, how’s that feel? Mr. Grint You’re a second banana in a show you can’t steal
You’re an sidekick, Mr. Grint And you’d like a leading role But you tend to tumble downward When you guard that Quidditch goal Mr. Grint And Fleur wouldn’t touch you with a 39-and-a-half-foot... wand
You’re a sly one, Mr. Grint Even though you’ve got no scar You make a smashing entrance In a stolen flying car Mr. Grint And when you were surrounded by enormous spiders, you had to be rescued... by that stolen flying car
You‘re affluent, Mr. Grint A former normal kid Now you’ve got a couple mansions Worth about ten million quid Mr. Grint The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote... stinking, filthy, rich
You’re a redhead, Mr. Grint And when you get too much sun You’re a radish with an accent A tomato with a tongue Mr. Grint Your face is an amazing conglomeration of the most carcinogenic and multifaceted blemishes imaginable... and I’ll just bet you have freckles on your bum
You entertain me, Mr. Grint You’re number eight of nine (including Molly and Arthur) And though Fred and George are wacky You still get the funny lines Mr. Grint You’re a gawky, awkward goofball with a broken wand and limited Quidditch skills… but Miss Watson thinks you’re fine