Dark Lord Sleeping on My Sofa

If I ran a game store I would play the song Dark Lord Sleeping on My Sofa by The Blibbering Humdingers.

It took Lord Voldemort a good long while to rebound after zapping baby Harry Potter with the Killing Curse, something like seventeen years. That's a long time for a serial killer to need to couch surf. Ben Franklin nailed it when he wrote, "Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days." I can only imagine the stress that He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named created when he showed up on a doorstep with his suitcase in hand. Clearly, The Blibbering Humdingers were thinking the same thing because they wrote Dark Lord Sleeping on My Sofa as an exploration of that scenario. The song is played in their typical upbeat fashion, almost sounding like the theme song to a 1980s sitcom. It goes down a list of beefs that a typical house guest presents, like not kicking in for take-out, but it mixes in problems that only the Dark Lord would create.

The song was previewed on YouTube in 2010 with a video using preliminary lyrics and a purposefully raucous performance (link). The final version of the song came a few months later, on The Blibbering Humdingers' 2010 album, Nobody Expects.... They released a karaoke version of the song on their 2012 album, Free Awkward Hugs.

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Dark Lord Sleeping on My Sofa lyrics

Dark Lord sleeping on my sofa
Dark Lord drinking my beer
Dark Lord, rotten, lazy loafer
Hangin' 'round the house in his underwear

He likes to Crucio our peacocks
(They get feathers everywhere)
He brought in Pettigrew, that rat
(His furry brat)
He tortures muggle lovers in the dining room
He let Nagini eat the cat
(Poor little Cribblekins)

Dark Lord sleeping on my sofa
Dark Lord drinking my beer
Dark Lord, rotten, lazy loafer
Hangin' 'round the house in his underwear

He never chips in for the pizza
(That guy is really cheap)
Never shuts up about that kid
(That Potter kid)
He never lets us on the PlayStation
He won't put down the toilet lid
(Eww, gross)

Dark Lord sleeping on my sofa
Dark Lord drinking my beer
Dark Lord, rotten, lazy loafer
Hangin' 'round the house in his underwear

He's always throwing crazy parties
(Just like it's his own house)
He invites all his creepy friends
(Have you met Greyback)
Werewolves tearing up the living room
Dementors dancing in the den
(Ugh, they're doing the Macarena)

Dark Lord sleeping on my sofa
Dark Lord drinking my beer
Dark Lord, rotten, lazy loafer
Hangin' 'round the house in his underwear

Dark Lord sleeping on my sofa
Dark Lord drinking my beer
Dark Lord, rotten, lazy loafer
Hangin' 'round the house in his underwear