Rita Skeeter, what are you doing? Please don't slander me, You're in the pocket of the ministry And that's not cool, that's not cool, No, no no Backbone of wizarding society Got to make sure that the press is free How could the Daily Prophet be Fair? Balanced? Don't make me laugh You're too busy discrediting Fudge's enemies To see the truth, It's right there in front of you Voldemort is back and that is whack So check your facts Rita Skeeter, I think you stink, You are a liar You are a fake And I think that you Are excessively rude You can quote me on that You think you're so high and mighty With your quick quotes quill And your judgmental eye Saying "Everyone loves a rebel," Alright Well, your face looks like it just Swallowed stink sap Is that what the truth does to you? And you give insects a bad name (You'll be squashed) Rita Skeeter, I think you stink, You are a liar You are a fake And I think that you Are excessively rude You can quote me on that Rita Skeeter, You can quote me on that Rita Skeeter, You can quote me on that Rita Skeeter, You can quote me on that Rita Skeeter, You can quote me on that Rita Skeeter, You can quote me on that