D.D.R. Star!

For the better part of my life
I played this dance-dance game
on four flashing arrows
gave all my money to the arcade

Until the Second Coming cinched his belt
I'd never been more amazed
My God, He was something else
Nobody knew his real name

Must've been kin to the Wizard
that deaf, dumb bastard who smelled pinballs
the owner said he was the Trip-Machine King
played Challenge Mode without the bar

Scored Perfect every time
Never lost any Gauge
Not one Boo to cry over
Always selected No Regain

He had tricks up his sleeves
the sickest spins I'd seen by far
Stayed on the balls of his feat
claimed victory and awe

Must've been kin to the Wizard
that deaf, dumb bastard who smelled pinballs
the Self-Proclaimed Star of a game some called

           D.D.R.