Moms Basement and Level 40 Blues

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, he’s got a desk lamp and a Dell from ’05, Cheeto dust on the keyboard, Mountain Dew on ice. Mom’s hollerin’ upstairs, “Boy, get your life right!” But he’s raidin’ Orgrimmar every damn night. Azeroth’s his kingdom, that basement’s his cage, Forty years of respawns, but he’s stuck on the same stage. [Chorus] He’s a level 40 man with a level 1 plan, Yells, “Mom! Bring me fries and a lunchable, can!” Got a sword made of pixels, a heart full of shame, Livin’ off meatloaf and a World of Warcraft fame. [Verse 2] The guildmates don’t know he’s baldin’ at the crown, Thinks his Tauren’s a hero, but he’s the joke of the town. Mom’s cryin’ in the kitchen, “When’s it gonna end?” He’s yellin’ for pizza rolls, “I’m your best friend, Karen!” The UPS man’s seen every expansion he’s bought, But the only thing he’s leveled is the weight he’s not. [Chorus] He’s a level 40 man with a level 1 plan, Yells, “Mom! Bring me fries and a lunchable, can!” Got a sword made of pixels, a heart full of shame, Livin’ off meatloaf and a World of Warcraft fame. [Bridge] The midnight oil’s burnin’, but the dreams are all deferred, Reality’s a lag spike he can’t patch with a word. Mom’s prayers hit the ceiling like his rage-quit screams, But he’ll chase that loot drop in his low-resistance jeans. [Outro] The monitor flickers as the dawn cracks the blinds, Another night’s a wrap in the life he designed. Mom sighs at the trash bag full of gamer fuel, And the glow of his screen fades to a basement jewel.