Music Ruined Video Games

Jack Thompson, Jack Thompson, what do you do
When your constituency starts to criticize you?
You better give up hot coffee
Start drinking hot tea
'Cause playing Bubble Bobble
Made a murder out of me
I dropped out of college;
I dropped out of church
Interacial gay married
And sent war funding to Pirth
So let your feet
Drop
In your mighty golashes
And when we stop by the deli
We gonna pick up some noshes

Turn it down, down
I love all your records
Work it out, out
Music ruined video games

Sequencers seeking financial backers
Arrangers, midi rippers and trackers
Must read music; can't know just tabs
Drum loops good enough for the pros can't be bad
Unless they're in a remix
They'll get quick nixed
Good for the club scene but not for VGMix
Breakin' out was the name of the game
For me oops, oops, oops, and oops
Have you ever been leaving, to go to bed, when your AIM opens up like "bleep"?
And your buddy says "Hey! You gotta hear my WIP!"
But you're like "Man, I was gonna sleep!"
So you wake up and send isn't finished yet
And you think it's gonna take all day
And that is when it occurs to you:
Your man's on a 56k

Turn it down, down
I love all your records
Work it out, out
Music ruined video games

Turn it down, down
(I can't stand the volume)
Work it out, out
Music ruined video games