(Intro - Smooth Lounge Crooner Voice) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lounge. Let’s slow it down, pour a martini, and talk about something close to my heart... Drop into the island, baby. (Verse 1) I’m dropping into Tilted, trying to pull off a clean rotation, When some useless backseat loser gives me unprovoked narration. "Edit that wall! Swap to the pump! Your crosshair placement's weak!" Shut your mouth, you filthy mouth-breather, nobody asked you to speak! I’m trying to catch a Victory Royale in peace, So take your expert commentary and shove it up your grease! (Chorus) Fuck you backseat Gamers, you're ruining my play, Go get a life and come back another day! (Oh yeah, swing it! Cha-cha-cha!) (Verse 2) Now I load up Lego Fortnite just to relax and chill out, And here comes another armchair expert starting to scream and shout. "Your village layout is trash! Those Lego stairs look so damn lame!" If I wanted your opinion, dickhead, I’d invite you to the game! You sit on my stream like a total fuckin' parasite, Telling me how to build bricks while you sit in darkness, out of sight! (Chorus) Fuck you backseat Gamers, you're ruining my play, Go get a life and come back another day! (Hit 'em with the brass, boys! Horn solo!) (Bridge) I was sitting in my gaming chair, feeling totally ill, Until I found my guiding light, inspired by my pal Mr. Bill! He showed me the path to say what’s truly on my mind, To every single backseat nerd who leaves their brain behind! Shut the hell up, mute your mic, and step away from the screen! (Chorus) Fuck you backseat Gamers , you're ruining my play, Go get a life and come back another day! (Outro - Big Band Brass Finish) Yeah, go touch some grass, you beautiful bastards! Thank you! You've been a wonderful crowd! Give it up for the band! (Spoken word crooner voice as the music fades out) Try the veal.
