Don't Tell Molly (filk)

[Haggridd]

No: HPFGUIDX 53492

This is a filk of the song "Don't Tell Momma" from the original 
production of the musical "Cabaret".

             
                      Don't tell Molly
(Fred & George Weasley are concerned that their true vocation will 
come to the attention of their mother, Molly Weasley.)

Fred:   Momma thinks we're studying for O.W.L.s 
        For if we pass the O.W.L.s
        We'll become Head Boys with ease.

George: Momma doesn't even have an inkling
        That we're opening a joke shoppe
        To make "Weasleys' Wizzard Wheeze."

Fred:   So please, sir,
        If you run into my Momma
        Don't reveal our indiscretion.

George: Or we'll shower you with fleas...

Both:   Hush up!  Don't tell Molly!
        Shush Up!  Don't tell Molly!
        Don't tell Molly whatever you do.
        If you had a secret,
        You bet, we would keep it.
        We would never tell on you.

Fred:   We're breaking every promise that we gave her,

George: So won't you do two "beamish boys" a great big 
            favor.

Both:   So let's trust one another;
        Keep this from our mother.
        Though our scheme is not against the law,

Fred:   You can tell my father he won't sing,
 
George: 'Cause eckletricity is his thing;

Both:   But don't tell Molly what you saw.



Fred:   Momma thinks we're only playing Quidditch,
        And to be the best of Beaters
        Is the zenith of our dreams.

George: Momma doesn't even have an inkling
        That we have a secret factory
        Where we make Canary Creams.

Fred:   So please, sir,
        If you run into our Momma
        Don't reveal our indiscretion.

George: Or we will go to extremes...

Both:   Hush up!  Don't tell Molly!
        Shush Up!  Don't tell Molly!
        Don't tell Molly what ever you do.
        If you had a secret,
        You bet, we would keep it.
        We would never tell on you.

Fred:   She'd sentence us immediately without a pardon

George: To clearing all those pesky gnomes out of 
            our garden.

Both:   So please, my "sweet potater",
        Keep this from the mater.
        Though our aims are pure as mountain snow,

Fred:   You can keep our Percy in the loop,

George: And we'll put beetles in his soup;

Both:   But don't tell Molly what you know.

Fred:   You can tell our Ronnie, that's not grim,

George: 'Cause if he squeals on us we'll squeal on him.

Fred:   But don't tell Molly please sir.

George: Our good names would suffer,

Both:   Don't tell Molly what you know.

        So if you see our Mummy, "mum's" the word!

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