You asked me why you were made of dots

And why you've always been chased by robots

Damn know that it makes you sick

Your every movement decided by a joystick



He was born in '84 in a Commodore 64

He didn't wanna be inside of it anymore

So he jumped out the TV and sat down to the floor

Then he grabbed the TAC-2 and jumped out the door

Now he's free and noone is chasing him no more

Now he's the master and no need for high-scores

In this world there's no bonus for winning a war

But he likes this place and feels sad he's never been in here before c'mon



You asked me why you were made of dots

And why you've always been chased by robots

Damn known that it makes you sick

Your every movement decided by a joystick

(Your every movement decided by a joystick)



Now he's starting to get hold of this self-control thing

Making his own choice is this a hell-of-a-thing

Pressing a button can make a phone ring ring

So he called the government and began to sing

"There's alot of people better needing your bucks!"

Sing with me or feel my sting, now he's happy and now he's the king



You asked my why you were made of dots

And why you've always been chased by robots

Damn known that it makes you sick

Your every movement decided by a joystick (x6)