Play Retro Arcade

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Lyric

Verse 1
Neon buzz and a pixel glow,
Quarter in my palm, I’m ready to go—
Atari dreams on a CRT screen,
Space Invaders marching like a blocky machine.
Joystick in my left, fire button in my right,
Galaga’s diving down, gotta win the fight;
Pac-Man’s hungry in a neon maze,
Waka-waka rhythm takes me back to those days.

Pre-Chorus
Put the coin in the slot, hear the credit chime,
Scoreboard’s calling me to freeze this moment in time.

Chorus
Play Retro Arcade—25 cents a ride,
8-bit heaven where the high scores glide.
Stack up the tickets, watch ‘em rain from the side,
Cash ‘em in for dreams, see that plush prize shine.
Chuck E. lights, Dave & Buster nights,
Lucky Strike Social glowin’ under black-light.
Play Retro Arcade—where the future felt new,
And every pixel’s painting déjà vu.

Verse 2
Frogger’s hopping lanes, dodging pixelled cars,
Asteroids break apart like distant cosmic scars.
Tempest whirlwinds pull me into the grid,
Centipede’s crawling—can’t let it outbid.
Donkey Kong’s barrels keep rollin’ down,
I’m jump-man climbing to a crown.
Dig Dug pumps, Q*bert jumps—
Quarter after quarter ‘til the ticket tray’s plump.

Pre-Chorus
Red LED, my initials flash bright,
Chasing that top spot deep into the night.

Chorus
Play Retro Arcade—25 cents a ride,
8-bit heaven where the high scores glide.
Stack up the tickets, watch ‘em rain from the side,
Cash ‘em in for dreams, see that plush prize shine.
Chuck E. lights, Dave & Buster nights,
Lucky Strike Social glowin’ under black-light.
Play Retro Arcade—where the future felt new,
And every pixel’s painting déjà vu.

Bridge
Memory cards can save today,
But nothing beats that cabinet sway:
The click of the buttons, the thunk of a coin,
Crowd at your back while your worlds re-join.
Parents callin’ curfew, but “Just one more!”—
Gotta beat that boss, gotta raise that score.

Breakdown
8-bit heartbeat—blip, bloop, bass;
Retro rapture in this glowing space.
We’re time-travel dancers on a vector stage,
Quarters spinning stories on an arcade page.

Final Chorus
Play Retro Arcade—25 cents a ride,
8-bit heaven where the high scores glide.
Stack up the tickets, watch ‘em rain from the side,
Cash ‘em in for dreams, see that plush prize shine.
Chuck E. lights, Dave & Buster nights,
Lucky Strike Social glowin’ under black-light.
Play Retro Arcade—press start, feel the cheer,
Because game over never ends when nostalgia’s near.

Outro
Quarter drops, screen pops, colors cascade—
We’ll always come back to the retro arcade.