Midweek and we reached Gryffindor House
I was almost dying of thirst
We parked the broom in some old tower room
Your glasses caked in dirt
There was no polish on the handle left
My splinters were pretty big
The broomstick was broke cos you went mad
You ripped out all the twigs
Across the hall, a common room
In this state of disrepair
You went for textbooks and a quill
So I saved you a chair
I knew it wasn't the journey's end
And that your dream was incomplete
But I just could not stand anymore
I was dead upon my feet
I was dead upon my feet

There's nothing there in the courtyard square
But the Hufflepuff House's Fat Friar
I was dead upon my feet
I sing the bookworm and the flyer
I sing the bookworm and the flyer

Hermione told me her life story
She'd always meant to up and go
She wiped a quill on her angry cat
As we waited for you to show
And I told her just a little of you
But I didn't tell it all
You still weren't there to meet her in person
So I skipped out in the hall
I skipped out in the hall
The librarian frowned, she said yes you'd been down
You took “Quidditch Through the Ages”
Moaning Myrtle said that you'd freshened up
That you'd gone and you hadn't stayed
And I couldn't figure out where you were
So I went back just to look near the broom
There was nothing there where it should have been
Just an empty tower room
Just an empty tower room

There's nothing there in the courtyard square
But the Hufflepuff House's Fat Friar
And there was nothing there where it should have been
I sing the bookworm and the flyer
I sing the bookworm and the flyer

I saw the Nimbus way down the hall
Being carried by a dolt
And that Slytherin said 'get your hands off son'
I just traded this wreck for a Firebolt
There was nothing left of mine on it
Not even the broken Sneakoscope
And I couldn't figure out where that left me
So I went back to look for Hermione
The common room was a evening rush
Of regulars studying hard
The noise level in there left a lot to be desired
And all the regulars were tired
I saw a textbook thrown over a chair
A note said 'hey Ron we're gone, we're gone'
And I just smiled cos I loved you both
So I made up this song
I made up this song

There's nothing there in the courtyard square
But the Hufflepuff House's Fat Friar
And I just made up this song
I sing the bookworm and the flyer
I sing the bookworm and the flyer