Lyrics
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You beat the game, you're feelin' pretty cool
You stayed up all night and missed a day of school
You played like a champ, so what do you get?
Thirty-seven pounds of jack shit
Well, look at you, kid, your thumbs are big and red
You smell like a taint, your goldfish is dead
So here's your reward, excessive amounts
Of names you can't even pronounce
We're talkin'
Taku Hikichi and Keiichi Hara
And Morikazu Marumaru (Wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah-wah)
Penpen, Ban Ban, Bunbun, Tom Pon, and Faw
Road Zapper and Nakazoo (Hai, domo arigato)
And after the creds, which took a fuckin' while
A crappy cartoon, all pixelated style
No trophies today, achievements, no way
It's all for naught, for diddly-biddly squat
And that's how it goes with classic games
Cutscenes that blow and rice-mobile names
Your hopes were so high, so much was in store
It's the end, but wait, there's more
Another screen, another door, hey
"Thank you for playing", well, ain't that sweet?
Clearly, our lives are now complete
Despite how it ends, you'll play it again
But for now, my friend, this is the end
I love you, baby
Try it on hard mode, this is the fuckin' end
Conglaturation
I've never seen such finger speed
Let's get a burger, it was a dream
We won't tell if Jason died
So stare at your brother's head in the sky
This is the fuggin', the sweet mother-huggin' end
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-yeah
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