All That Jazz (Fantastic Beasts Style) Whitney Avalon

Come on, boys, why don't we go inside?
With our no-maj
I know that Newt's unsure and Jacob's mystified
He's a no-maj
Follow us, this is a whoopee spot
The gigglewater's cold, but the news is hot
It's just a secret nook owned by a goblin crook
Who's no no-maj

Bring your wand and your bowtruckle too
And the no-maj
There's only one way in and it is not by Floo
For a no-maj
Hold on, hon, we know the special knock
Although I wish that briefcase had a better lock
We'll go and have a drink, and I might throw a wink
To that no-maj

Oh, you're gonna see peculiar clientele
So please don't stare
Oh, try to blend in and you will do just swell
When we get in there
Be careful of the many dangers
We don't want you hurt by strangers
They won't wait to obliviate
Our dear no-maj