Insidiously they stand In rows of color and light Incredibly they demand And get our precious quarters And all the while, addicting us, We hardly even fight As they march us to our bankruptcy Like lambs unto the slaughter It all began with Pong and we should have stopped it then These crazy games were never meant for mortal women and men The harder that we try and the longer that we play The lowe goes the wherewithal to live from day to day In every city and town and each suburban mall The video game arcade puts out it's sweet seductive call And all the kids around and droves of adult bands Come marching to their pipers call with money in their hands It's aliens I'm sure or else a Commie plot To clean us out and wear us down and turn our brains to rot I fight it more than most 'cause I know I never win But that call creeps out to get me and I drop my quarter in