[Verse 1]
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 family, 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...

[Verse 2]
Got inside, my house, with a big, smelly handle, 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 about…
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...

[Chorus]
Just stay away, from my gameboy advance, S-P-, blue edition
You better back, away my friend
You can’t take away, my gameboy advance, S-P-, blue edition
Not even from, my cold, dead hands

[Verse 3]
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 graphics were jumbled, realistic skin, 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...
[Bridge]
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 lesson, clicked his mustache, then I woke, the next, day

[Chorus]
Just stay away, from my gameboy advance, S-P-, blue edition
You better back, away my friend
You can’t take away, my gameboy advance, S-P-, blue edition
Not even from, my cold, dead hands