Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the aisles of arcane wonders, past the potions and the spells,
Lives a wizard of great blunders, in discount robes he dwells.
With a wand from wood of pine, and spells he can’t remember,
He’s the clearance rack divine, the budget spell contender.
(Chorus) Oh, he’s casting on a dime, in the world of dragons deep,
A dollar store Harry Potter, with magic cheap.
His familiar’s just a rat, but he wears that pointy hat,
He’s the thrifty sorcerer, and that’s where it’s at.
(Verse 2)
He may not have a phoenix feather, or a cloak of invisibility,
But his charm’s beyond measure, in the realm of affordability.
With his book of second-hand spells, and his boots that kind of fit,
He’ll face those dungeon yells, with a budget wit.
(Chorus) Oh, he’s casting on a dime, in the world of dragons deep,
A dollar store Harry Potter, with magic cheap. His familiar’s just a rat,
but he wears that pointy hat, He’s the thrifty sorcerer, and that’s where it’s at.
(Verse 3)
In the market for a spell, where the prices are just right,
He’ll conjure with a smell, but it gets the job done tight.
With a flick of his cheap wand, and a stutter in his chant,
He’ll summon something fond, though it might be just an ant.
(Chorus) Oh, he’s casting on a dime, in the world of dragons deep,
A dollar store Harry Potter, with magic cheap. His familiar’s just a rat,
but he wears that pointy hat, He’s the thrifty sorcerer, and that’s where it’s at.
(Verse 4)
His crystal ball was cracked, from the discount bin it came,
But the future’s still intact, though it’s slightly less aflame.
He reads the stars above, with a telescope half-broke,
Yet his fortunes are told with love, and that’s no joke.
(Chorus) Oh, he’s casting on a dime, in the world of dragons deep,
A dollar store Harry Potter, with magic cheap. His familiar’s just a rat,
but he wears that pointy hat, He’s the thrifty sorcerer, and that’s where it’s at.
(Verse 5)
At the table with his friends, rolling dice that he found,
He may not set the trends, but his spells still astound.
With a budget cloak swirled, and a grin upon his face,
He’s the wizard of the thrifty world, full of second-hand grace.
(Bridge) From the bargain bin he rose, with deals no one could oppose,
A hero in frugal clothes, with spells up his sleeve who knows?
(Outro)
So here’s to our wizard friend, with his cost-effective flair,
May his discounts never end, and may he always cast with care.
