Put your quarter in the slot, let's see what you got. Yeah. Unzip the file. Let's boot it up. You've got the cartridge, I've got the console, Blow on the connector till we lose control. I'm like a Sega Genesis but way more obsolete, You're like a cheat code making my game complete. We're doing aerobics like a Power Pad track, With the classic hand-eye coordination we lack. So let me plug it in, don't worry 'bout the static, This 8-bit connection is fully automatic. So press start, let's play the part, Blow the fuse and break my heart. We don't need no floppy disk, To take this digital risk. You and me baby ain't nothing but a glitch, So let's flip the binary toggle switch. Do it like they do on the dial-up connection, With a high-speed download and a server redirection. You and me baby ain't nothing but a glitch, So let's flip the binary toggle switch. Like Pac-Man eating dots in a blue moon maze, I've been staring at your screen in a static daze. I'm a Q-bert jumping on your pyramid schemes, Like a dial-up modem screaming in your dreams. You got a joystick, baby, but it's out of alignment, Need a technician for a special assignment. We're going retro, baby, back to nineteen-ninety-nine, When the graphics were blocky but the rhythm was fine. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, We can play multiplayer all through the night. B, A, Select, Start, unlock the secret level, Dancing with a digital, low-polygon devil. You and me baby ain't nothing but a glitch, So let's flip the binary toggle switch. Do it like they do on the dial-up connection, With a high-speed download and a server redirection. You and me baby ain't nothing but a glitch, So let's flip the binary toggle switch. Game over. Insert coin to try again. Yeah, just blow on it. That always works.
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