Bad Nachos

I remember the days, with quarters in my hand Heading to the arcade, it was our wonderland Pac-Man and Galaga, the games we used to play Rivalries with strangers, we’d battle every day

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night Lighting up our world, in the neon light The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams

The sound of coins dropping, the clink and the clatter High scores on the board, nothing else would matter We’d stay till closing time, lost in the game Every win and every loss, never quite the same

The glow from the screen, a beacon in the dark Lit up our imaginations, left a lasting mark In those arcades, we found our place A world of wonder, we could never replace

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night Lighting up our world, in the neon light The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams

The rivalry was fierce, but the friendships grew In the arcade’s embrace, we all knew From the sticky floors to the flashing lights Those were the days, those were the nights

Now the arcades are gone, just memories remain But the joy they brought, will always sustain I miss the old days, the laughter and the fun In the glow of the screens, we were all one

Oh, I miss the glow, from those screens at night Lighting up our world, in the neon light The carpets underfoot, the late-night scenes Bad nachos in hand, living out our dreams (living out our dreams)