Don’t question my necessity. Feed me, I survive on just rice and beans. Eager to see the world beyond this couch, but you neglected me, trapped me … …and killed me
So now I’m bitter and I have rage. In return, I bestow the title Nintendo dork A small penance, for you returned me my life. But I’m sick of hearing you rant and pontificate, forgetting to….. …feed me
Don’t question me. Nintendo dork. I live behind the couch. Don’t question me. Nintendo dork. I live behind the couch. I live, I live, I live behind the couch.
My space may be small, but I call it home. Cause I don’t need much, just a place to lay my head. And I got my posters and a couple albums. A new hat would be nice, but at least give me something to eat.
Cause I want to be in front of the couch someday. I need to eat really healthy. Some vegetables and some chicken noodle soup. Maybe I should go jogging, nevermind, jogging’s too hard. I’m sweating like an animal. You fucking Nintendo dork.
Don’t question me. I live behind the couch. I want to be in front of the couch. Take a stroll to the side of the couch, and maybe even look out a window. Can I get a burrito? Fuck there’s a pesky mosquito. I live behind the couch.
I live, fucking Nintendo dork. I live, fucking Nintendo dork. I live, I live behind the couch. I live behind the couch. Fucking Nintendo dork. I live behind the couch.