
O.G. Original Gamer MC Lars (Ft. Jonathan Coulton & MC Frontalot)
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[Chorus]
O.G. original gamer
Sad as “Face of a Stranger”
[Verse 1: MC Lars]
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
[MC Frontalot]
Play by the noises, follow the ding (boing!)
[MC Lars]
But I can walk the dog and do my homework?
[Verse 2: MC Frontalot]
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
O.G. original gamer
Sad as “Face of a Stranger”
[Verse 1: MC Lars]
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
[MC Frontalot]
Play by the noises, follow the ding (boing!)
[MC Lars]
But I can walk the dog and do my homework?
[Verse 2: MC Frontalot]
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
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