I've chased the golden ball.
From Hogwarts down to London
I’ve tried to get them all.
But I’ve seen nothing like him
Out on any Quidditch pitch...
That Gryffindor Seeker
Hunting the Golden Snitch!
He flies like a madman,
Becomes part of his broomstick.
Dodging all the Bludgers,
Always moving quick.
He plays by intuition,
Doesn’t matter if he falls.
That slight, black-haired kid
knows how to catch that golden ball!
He's a Quidditch wizard
Flying out there on the field.
A Quidditch wizard,
Yeah, he’s the real deal.
'How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good? Just look at him go!'
His senses are so sharp,
Ignores the buzzers and the crowds,
His eyes are always searching;
You can hear his fans get loud.
He knows how to rebound
Even if he falls...
That slight, black-haired kid
knows how to catch that golden ball!
I thought I was
The Quidditch Master King.
But I fear I have to hand
The Quidditch Cup to him.
Even on my favored broom,
He can beat my best.
His teammates lead him in,
And he just does the rest.
He's sleek and fast and tough,
Roughin’ through it all...
That slight, black-haired kid
knows how to catch that golden ball!