When I was new, I thought vidya was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, playable.
And all my consoles at home, well I'd play with them so happily,
Oh, joyfully, oh blissfully, on a spree.
But then I namefagged on /v/ and their hate was so palpable,
Critical, oh, impractical, cynical.
And they told me my games were all so utterly despicable,
Oh, risible, oh,  predictable, miserable.

But when all the mods have gone to sleep
The shitposts run too deep
For such a sad anon.
Why can't we, we talk of games with love
I swear to Moot above
How does this board go on.

Now watch what you post or they'll be calling you a casual,
Quite punchable, oh, a gullible, liberal.
Won't you delete your name, we'd like to feel you're
One of us, autonomous, oh, populace: Anonymous

Mmm, take it, take it, take it, yeah!

Still when all the mods have gone to sleep
The shitposts run too deep
For such a sad anon.
Why can't we, we talk of games with love
I swear to Moot above
(Why can't we talk?)
How does this board go on,
board go on, board go on, board go on!

[At this point it gets kind of improvisational]

Why?

Hey, hey, hey, hey
REEEE GET OUT

'Guess I'm feeling so casual
Whoa, yeah
Cy-cy-cy-cy-cy-cynical
1 - 2 - 3 and 5
Ooh, yeah