Verse 1
Chilling in my pad like maxi
Wait and see, the tax-man will tax me
Got errands to run, its zero fun
But I got a joy-pad so you know I aint glum
Rolling cigarettes, no regrets, has the kettle boiled yet
My debt can step off G, have a cup of tea
Reintroduce myself, name is Steve
To “E”s in there, but I’ll double drop em later
When I feel snappy and cold, alligator
Do me a favour, lock all me doors
Its a party by meself, how we do in nerdcore
Wanna join me? Ok. Why not? Sure
Try this, party in absolute silence
Maybe I’ll ask you whatcha doing?
Sincerely hope you don’t mind this
Party of the year, it’s a shoe-in

Chorus
FIFA! Zelda! FIFA! Zelda!
Terrible at both, man, terrible at both! (x4)

Verse 2
Living room sits six, hot drinks, I’m Link
Plenty of jars with fairies within
Nice and slim, left handed, feeling candid
Just lost the game, oh man, goddammit
Jam it in the console, graphics take hold
I don’t like this game it’s slow and old
Some life the same, it grows so cold
I got a fan-base as a cryable shoulder
Coz you know I’m getting older, getting over
Got myself a band, and some mates
But the state I’m in? It’s a loner
I’m ripping it spitting it doing it daily
Reinvent, circumvent the circuit bent, rock it lately
Crazy hazy maybe gents and ladies will choose
Not to avoid me like rabbies like a case of scabies
I scratch the itch, chilling here making taxmen rich
Wait! Reunite with the beat

Chorus