It's beginning to look a lot like Lucius
Ev'rything you do;
His purse it always jingles and that is how he mingles
With a martini and a pimp cane too.

It's beginning to look a lot like Lucius
Wave your perfect hair;
But the sexiest cape to see is the glory that will be
Blowin’ on his head so fair.

A pair of leather thongs and a Nimbus that long
Is the wish of Draco his son;
Elves that will toil and massage her with oil
Is the hope of Cissy his hon;
And Wife and Son can hardly wait to Floo and shop again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Lucius
Ev'rywhere you go;
In his manor white birds they fly, (but none in the Weasleys’ sty,)
That is why Voldemort went like ‘Whoa!”.

It's beginning to look a lot like Lucius;
Soon the goblins will smile,
‘Cause the thing that makes them grin is the Galleons that he brings
Pile after pile.