The Nintendo 64, "Three Prongs and a Cartridge"
Lyrics
Intro
(Heavy, fuzzy bassline rolls in, followed by a raw, rhythmic drum beat)
Verse 1
Blow on the pins, slam it into the slot
The plastic is warm and the power is hot
Got a controller shaped like a trident weapon
Three handles down for the journey we're steppin'
No disc to scratch, just an analog stick
Gettin' blisters on my thumb just to pull off the trick.
Chorus
Give me the grey brick, the sixty-four bit
Low-poly worlds where the memories fit
Sailing through the paintings, shooting down the skies
Staring at the screen till it burns my eyes
We were living in three dimensions at last
Trapped in the silicon cage of the past!
Verse 2
GoldenEye matches on a split-screen floor
Proximity mines on the facility door
No oddjob allowed, yeah we state it in the rules
Slapping each other with the karate tools
Star Fox screaming "Do a barrel roll!"
While the rumble pak shakes my childhood soul.
Bridge
(Guitars drop out, just drums and fuzzy bass)
Can you feel it shake?
How much can the plastic take?
(Guitars explode back in)
Reset the box! Reset the frame!
We're never gonna finish this game!
Chorus
Give me the grey brick, the sixty-four bit
Low-poly worlds where the memories fit
Sailing through the paintings, shooting down the skies
Staring at the screen till it burns my eyes
We were living in three dimensions at last
Trapped in the silicon cage of the past!
Outro
Analog stick loose, snapping back to the center...
Welcome to the zone that you never should enter...
Sixty-four bits.
(Feedback rings out and abruptly cuts off)