I met a girl who raided tombs
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and climbed way.
I went down to the sacred gaming store
Where I’d heard the"pew, pew, pew" years before,
But the man there said the games just wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the troopers screamed,
The gamers cried, and the developers dreamed.
But not a spell was spoken;
The relics all were broken.
And the three polygons I admire most:
The plumber, hedgehog, and the holy Cake
They caught the last train to ride with Drake
The day the gaming died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, Cooking Mama's pie."
Drove my Banshee to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ mana and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the deathmatch I die.
"this’ll be the deathmatch I die."
*Apologies to Don McLean