O.G. Original Gamer Lyrics
| Song | O.G. Original Gamer |
| Artist | MC Lars |
| Album | This Gigantic Robot Kills |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coulton, Flay ... | |
| CHORUS | |
| OG Original Gamer | |
| Sad as "Face of a Stranger" | |
| 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 | |
| Frontalot: | |
| Play by the noises, follow the ding boing... | |
| Lars: | |
| But I can walk the dog and do my homework? "no you're not allowed" | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| Locked in the I was drilled from the crib to the stroller | |
| I messed up he'd beat me senseless with the NES controller | |
| Front: | |
| Kid listen I promise, it's for your own good. | |
| Wits that you've shown: should you level up? It's understood! | |
| Lars: | |
| I hadn't seen the sun since '98 like Sega Saturn | |
| I've been learning ten-hit combos and the speed run patterns | |
| Front: | |
| More play, less chatter. You're a champion, kid. | |
| Under your mattress there had better be some cartridges hid. | |
| Lars: | |
| Up up down down left right left right B A - mad scary | |
| It's Clockwork Orange meets Ray Bradbury | |
| Front: | |
| It's unnecessary to struggle; you're fated to win, | |
| but till you beat Bowser, you stay strapped in. | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to live a fun life, I've only seen the sun twice | |
| I want want real friends dad, Nintendogs won't suffice | |
| Front: | |
| Why do you ask for nothing when the world could be yours. | |
| Flesh-and-blood fun's fleeting. Seek eternal high scores. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to go to school and clean my room | |
| I don't want to sit here playing Doom | |
| 3 Can't you see I need to go out and play yo | |
| Real sports like baseball, I'm sick of Halo | |
| Front: | |
| 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. | |
| Lars: | |
| 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, pops, I'm off you, I'm gone.. Peace! | |
| Front: | |
| Don't joust with me kid, I'll go Berzerk. | |
| 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! | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo qu : Coulton, Flay ... | |
| CHORUS | |
| OG Original Gamer | |
| Sad as " Face of a Stranger" | |
| 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 | |
| Frontalot: | |
| Play by the noises, follow the ding boing... | |
| Lars: | |
| But I can walk the dog and do my homework? " no you' re not allowed" | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| Locked in the I was drilled from the crib to the stroller | |
| I messed up he' d beat me senseless with the NES controller | |
| Front: | |
| Kid listen I promise, it' s for your own good. | |
| Wits that you' ve shown: should you level up? It' s understood! | |
| Lars: | |
| I hadn' t seen the sun since ' 98 like Sega Saturn | |
| I' ve been learning tenhit combos and the speed run patterns | |
| Front: | |
| More play, less chatter. You' re a champion, kid. | |
| Under your mattress there had better be some cartridges hid. | |
| Lars: | |
| Up up down down left right left right B A mad scary | |
| It' s Clockwork Orange meets Ray Bradbury | |
| Front: | |
| It' s unnecessary to struggle you' re fated to win, | |
| but till you beat Bowser, you stay strapped in. | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to live a fun life, I' ve only seen the sun twice | |
| I want want real friends dad, Nintendogs won' t suffice | |
| Front: | |
| Why do you ask for nothing when the world could be yours. | |
| Fleshandblood fun' s fleeting. Seek eternal high scores. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to go to school and clean my room | |
| I don' t want to sit here playing Doom | |
| 3 Can' t you see I need to go out and play yo | |
| Real sports like baseball, I' m sick of Halo | |
| Front: | |
| 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. | |
| Lars: | |
| 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, pops, I' m off you, I' m gone.. Peace! | |
| Front: | |
| Don' t joust with me kid, I' ll go Berzerk. | |
| 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! | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò qǔ : Coulton, Flay ... | |
| CHORUS | |
| OG Original Gamer | |
| Sad as " Face of a Stranger" | |
| 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 | |
| Frontalot: | |
| Play by the noises, follow the ding boing... | |
| Lars: | |
| But I can walk the dog and do my homework? " no you' re not allowed" | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| Locked in the I was drilled from the crib to the stroller | |
| I messed up he' d beat me senseless with the NES controller | |
| Front: | |
| Kid listen I promise, it' s for your own good. | |
| Wits that you' ve shown: should you level up? It' s understood! | |
| Lars: | |
| I hadn' t seen the sun since ' 98 like Sega Saturn | |
| I' ve been learning tenhit combos and the speed run patterns | |
| Front: | |
| More play, less chatter. You' re a champion, kid. | |
| Under your mattress there had better be some cartridges hid. | |
| Lars: | |
| Up up down down left right left right B A mad scary | |
| It' s Clockwork Orange meets Ray Bradbury | |
| Front: | |
| It' s unnecessary to struggle you' re fated to win, | |
| but till you beat Bowser, you stay strapped in. | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to live a fun life, I' ve only seen the sun twice | |
| I want want real friends dad, Nintendogs won' t suffice | |
| Front: | |
| Why do you ask for nothing when the world could be yours. | |
| Fleshandblood fun' s fleeting. Seek eternal high scores. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Lars: | |
| I want to go to school and clean my room | |
| I don' t want to sit here playing Doom | |
| 3 Can' t you see I need to go out and play yo | |
| Real sports like baseball, I' m sick of Halo | |
| Front: | |
| 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. | |
| Lars: | |
| 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, pops, I' m off you, I' m gone.. Peace! | |
| Front: | |
| Don' t joust with me kid, I' ll go Berzerk. | |
| 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! | |
| CHORUS |
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