Make a Fuss Over Nothing At All
I don’t know how to Apparate
But I do know how to fly
I may need help to find the answers
But I know just how to lie
I know just how to Summon
And I know just how to scheme
I know how to turn invisible
And I’m working on those dreams
And I form a real Patronus
And my Parseltongue’s not bad
I know when to say “Riddikulus”
And how to make Dudley mad
And I know centaurs are tetchy
And I know that horses can fly
And I’m never gonna get an Outstanding in Potions
But I know I’ve got to give it a try
And I know the secret tunnels
And I know the ways of pain
I know all the rules and then I know how to break’em
And then I always know the name of the game
But I don’t know why you do it
I don’t see the point at all
I don’t know why you do it
Make a fuss over nothing at all
Make a fuss
Over nothing at all
Make a fuss
Over nothing at all etc.
Every book that comes out, well the people of earth are all
Reading through them four or five times
But every nut on the right is taking aim at these books
Like a spotlight
And the religious symbolism’s lost
On a Born Again Christian like you
You can take the darkness from the 12th century
And bring it to the 21st
like a Dementor’s blight
I gotta live with it ‘cause everything I do
Well, it’s twisted when it’s read out by you
I can hear you whine and grumble
I can see you burn my books
I know I irk every Baptist from Pahokee to Nashville
And some other fundamentalist kooks.
I can stew over this forever
But I can’t make it disappear with my wand
I can’t make witches bad, I can’t make Vernon good
And I can’t make water-demons be gone
But I’m never gonna win your approval
Hermione says ignore it all
And I’m never gonna know why you do it
Make a fuss over nothing at all
Make a fuss
Over nothing at all...