The FuMP

Lyrics

Buddy you’re a boy, got your Nerf guns, playing in the
Street with your Frisbee and a baseball glove
You got slime on your face, hot wheels race,
With Major Matt Mason you’re going to space.
Weebles, weebles wobble!
Weebles, weebles wobble!

Buddy you’re a young man, grown into a connoisseur
Of collectible Lego sets,
You got eleven or twelve Tolkien elves, and
D&D hardcovers straining your shelves.
Weebles, weebles wobble!
Gollum, Dobby, Hoggle!

Buddy you’re an old man, poor man, but they’ll have to
Pry your lightsaber from your cold dead hands
You got woad on your face, no living space,
But so much cool stuff in all those crates.
Archie, Dark Horse, Marvel
She’ra, twilight sparkle
Starscream’s lost his marbles
Xenomorph’s gone larval....

I’ve paid my dues with technology,
I ran my kitchen with an Apple 2e.
But ordinary folks still call me a nerd --
But the nerds are dictating the culture, or haven’t you heard?
(Up up down down left right left right B A start)

We are the fandoms, my friends,
The main demographic that spends,
The collectible market, our demand sparked it,
Show us the cool merch, ‘cause we are the fandoms...
Of the world!

Six middle-earth films, Harry Potter’s got ten,
Marvel did twenty-two and now with Phase 4 they’ll start over again.
We love Shakespeare and Austen, but manga’s sublime,
And zombies and kaiju, and SuperWhoLock, it’ll sell every time!
(Shut up and take my money, money, money now!)

We are the fandoms, my friends,
And we dictate cultural trends,
Gaiman, McFarlane, media darlings,
No boring cop shows,‘cause we are the fandoms...
Of the world!

We are the fandoms, my friends,
And our memes justify the weekends,
Imagination will beat stagnation,
Now is the future, for we are the fandoms...

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