Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don’t see why we’re here
You ask me to look inside my tea,
But I can’t see it clear
Perfumed fumes and your dreamy voice
It’s 85 degrees and you leave me no choice
I can’t stand to hear much more of this
Accio broom! I want to fly to bliss.
Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don’t see why we’re here
You ask me to look inside my tea,
But I can’t see it clear
Mars and Venus don’t concern me
I’m tired of you telling me death’s coming to me
You always shudder when I come around
Shouldn’t you be scared your sherry’s gonna be found
Oh, Professor Trelawney,
I don’t see why we’re here
You ask me to look inside my tea,
But I can’t see it clear
[...] the song Professor Trelawney by The Half-Blood [...]