| This is a song about Super Smash Brothers | 
| Although, I don’t think it’s the one you want to hear | 
| But still, I’d like it if you, maybe, stay a while and listen | 
| To this confession from the heart, prepare for my admission | 
| All of my life, I’d never liked Smash Bros | 
| I’ve been lying and tricking | 
| I tried to pretend to like it just so I could fit in | 
| I’m inside a pit, a dark pit of despair | 
| I thought my life would be a Peach but this isn’t fair | 
| Everyone else around me seems to play this game | 
| Man, they really rate it | 
| But the more that they praise it | 
| The more I feel alienated and naked | 
| I was at a party once, we gathered 'round the television | 
| For a tournament, all taking turns to sit and get a hit in | 
| I’d never win, I’m not competitive, at best; | 
| indifferent | 
| I don’t possess sufficient reflexes, I’m inefficient | 
| I just don’t get the benefit when it’s forever hidden | 
| Can’t see the meaning when it’s Greek to me as Hellenism | 
| Am I uncivilized or do I see reasonless hedonism? | 
| I’m pretending it’s incredible but in my head, it isn’t | 
| I don’t really mean to be an endless well of pessimism | 
| I’m just a mope and moaning is my coping mechanism | 
| And admitting to this is the single best decision | 
| I fucking suck at Smash Brothers, oh, bless, forgive him! | 
| While critics are lavishing, damn their religious praise | 
| I’m struggling understanding the physics | 
| Knocked off a platform, then hopping right back up | 
| That’s not very accurate gravity, is it? | 
| Every win I predict, I fail | 
| My world shakes of the Richter scale | 
| I hate this damn franchise, how long will it prevail? | 
| I feel like a Villager lost in a city of hustle and bustle | 
| Impossibly busy | 
| Can’t comprehend what I’m watching, I’m trippy | 
| Feel anxious and Jiggly Puff-ing a ciggy | 
| I’d rather by sitting on top of the lickeys | 
| Now hand me a cloth, 'cause I’m washing the pity right off | 
| Won’t be rid of the alien until I’m solving the riddle he’s got | 
| And it’s rippley | 
| Whether I’m Fox or Sonic or Chrom | 
| Or Yoshi or Robin or Donkey Kong | 
| I’m probably gonna be wrong | 
| And feeling like God has just strung me along | 
| It’s not that simple | 
| There’s shades of gray in sinner or saint | 
| But I’m just a cunt and I want it to end with minimal pain | 
| When will I have any rest? | 
| I’m happy to die a valiant death | 
| I see your hands directing the characters as if they’re marionettes | 
| While I’m an uncoordinated hell of a mess | 
| Who hasn’t the stamina to carry stress | 
| Or brainpower to hazard a guess | 
| What are we doing? | 
| I dinna Ken | 
| So, I suppose you win again | 
| Don’t worry your little head about it, Dan | 
| You’re just being a friend | 
| A snake in the grass, a wolf at the door | 
| Damn, there’s a lot to un-Pac-Man | 
| The black Clouds of comformity part | 
| I vow to take my last stand | 
| Alarm bells are ringing | 
| And I’m seldom singing | 
| From the heart with such wrath | 
| But now, I’m coming out swinging | 
| I made a song about it | 
| Probably may be wrong about it | 
| But now, I’m tired of keeping secrets | 
| And I want to shout it | 
| Don’t stop me now | 
| Don’t stop me now | 
| Don’t stop me, don’t stop me, don’t stop me | 
| Don’t stop me, don’t stop me, don’t stop me | 
| Don’t stop me, don’t stop me! | 
| Is the bell icon toggled on? | 
| I’ve got an Inkling | 
| Do you like the tune? | 
| Link’s in the description |