[Intro] "Bought this joystick, silky-slick, For a game in '86 that made me sick ...with rage and pixelated tricks." [Verse 1] Eight wizards trapped in timeless cells, Break their chains with magic spells. Water kills with one misstep – Game Over screen, your pulse erupts! Two monsters drain your fading light, Fight or flee – just stay upright! [Verse 2] Cauldrons bubble, hop aboard – Sit to heal (yes, sit restored!). One item only, hands are weak, Wrong key? The door just mocks your technique. Fifty rooms of shifting dread, Clock devours the path ahead. [Chorus] Free them fast! The clock’s your foe – Thirty minutes, eight to go! Touch the wizard, break the seal, One slip drowns you – no appeal! [instrumental intermezzo, crescendo] TICK TACK TICK TACK TICK TACK TICK TACK [Bridge] All eight saved? The throne room calls, Final door – dodge the last waterfall! Pyramid’s peak – place them true, ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAPZING! Sorcerers bow to their Chief (you!). [Chorus] Free them fast! The clock’s your foe – Thirty minutes, eight to go! Touch the wizard, break the seal, One slip drowns you – no appeal! [Bridge] All eight saved? The throne room calls, Final door – dodge the last waterfall! Pyramid’s peak – place them true, ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAPZING! Sorcerers bow to their Chief (you!). [Outro] "That joystick steered Fruity Frank in ’95 – My boys’ laughter kept it alive. I’d moved to Shivers’ 3D fright. In satiric Biing! against 15 managers…" "...no sorcerers left in sight." [end]