GBA SP Blue Edition Song - The Living Tombstone

It was years ago, as a fully grown boy, I, was jumping in the street and I

Was clobbered by, a car into a window

That was when I saw, a game boy advance, S-P-, blue edition,

But my fa-mi-ly, can barely afford gold.

As I stared at him, into his eyes… he said, «Mom, mamaaa», as he held it in his

tiny hands…

I started running and I screamed, and, shoved him to the ground, took,

that GBA from he…

Got inside, my house, with a big, smelly han-dle, snuck past all my parentals

And then I blew my candle out.

As I pressed the boooton with my feenge, did not, know, what it’d, bring me…

Or what, its all a-bout…

And a little man appeared on screen, his, name was Mare-e-o, he sprints at fast

speeds such as my own…

Pressed another boooton and he jumped, I screamed when he disappeared, and,

I feared, he wouldn’t, come…

Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition

(You better back, away my friend)

You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition

(Not even from, my cold, dead hands)

The screen turned black, it had turned into a big, hole, «Is this a hole I see,

before me?»

And it echoed like a hole…

There was Mare-e-o, and his gra-phics were jumbled, realistic pores

And chapped, lips… and I tried, to change, it…

Then Mare-e-o he did not move, all, that he did was scream, and my skin turned

rotten and green…

I feared the worst, and so I, tossed, that, gameboy out the window, it came,

back again…

I snuck inside of the little boys room, I wanted to tell him that I was wrong

But when I turned the lights on, the room was full of people in black

I said, «Who the flip are you people?

Is that your boy there inside that box?»

A priest said, «Lower that box», then I sprinted towards the coffin

I yelled to free me of this curse, then Mare-e-o appeared, but then gaussian

blurred away

Appeared again, said learned my les-son, clicked his mustache, then I woke the

next day…

Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition

(You better back, away my friend)

You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition

(Not even from, my cold, dead hands)