O.G. Original Gamer - MC Lars, Jonathan Coulton, MC Frontalot

Dad found me on the steps of the video arcade

Oprhan baby in a basket, seven pounds is all I weighed

And before I learned to walk well I’d mastered Donkey Kong

Q*bert, Final Fight, Master Blaster, and Pong

Blindfolded — okay yeah I know it sounds adorable

But dollars signs in Pop’s eyes grew creepy and deplorable

He said

Play by the noises, follow the ding (boing!)

But I can walk the dog and do my homework?

First, collect coins!

Kid, didn’t I find you with a controller in hand?

Now why do you got to go and bring shame to your old man?

Same to your old fans;

you were a child prodigy

Up on a milk crate at the cabinet, making cottage cheese

Out of anybody’d put a quarter on screen

My pride in you, extended like the limbs of Dhalsim

All green money motives must a back seat take!

Put the textbooks down, I’m trying to make you great

Locked in the attic Pops trained me from my crib to the stroller

I messed up he’d beat me senseless with the NES controller

Kid listen I promise, it’s for your own good

Wits that you’ve shown: should you level up?

It’s understood!

I hadn’t seen the sun since '98 like Sega Saturn

I’ve been learning ten-hit combos and the speed run patterns

More play, less chatter.

You’re a champion, kid

Under your mattress there had better be some cartridges hid

Up up down down left right left right B A — mad scary

It’s like Clockwork Orange meets Ray Bradbury

It’s unnecessary to struggle;

you’re fated to win

But until you beat Bowser, you stay strapped in

I want to live a fun life, I’ve only seen the sun twice

I want real friends dad, Nintendogs won’t suffice

Why do you ask for nothing when the world could be yours?

Flesh-and-blood fun’s fleeting.

Seek eternal high scores

O.G.

original gamer

Sad as «Face of a Stranger»

I want to go to school and clean my room

I don’t want to sit here playing Doom

Can’t you see I need to go out and play yo

Real sports like baseball, I’m sick of Halo

Then you’re sick of the meaning of life — at your age!

Better try a little harder, you want to clear that stage

And step into the middle of an existence examined

Do it, or you’re grounded: make you play backgammon

Here’s a list of things that I’d rather do

Than sitting home playing Super Smash Brothers with you

Eat peas, do the dishes, walk the dog, mow the lawn

Take your Wii and shove it, I’m off Pops, I’m gone… Peace!

Don’t Joust with me kid, I’ll go berserk

After all of your talent, all of my hard work

All the winnings that you earn, your celebrity too

You want to put us on the streets, like the TV movies do!

O.G.

original gamer

Sad as «Face of a Stranger»