I once was successful, one might even say rich
But now I’m as poor as a bum in a ditch
I suppose I have no one but myself to blame
I’ve lost everything on that horrible game
My story’s a tale of sorrow quite stirring
Of course, you must all know to what I’m referring
That wretched game, Pinball! The Devil’s own tool
And he who finds fun in such folly’s a fool
Pockets stuffed full of change I would hit the arcades
And often stormed out in violent tirades
It’s extremely frustrating to spend the whole batch
Of your excess quarters and not even match
Though I did win a free game once in a great while
It just further encouraged my profligate style
Of living and spending and spending some more
That smooth, silver ball is a powerful lure
It shoots up the ramp, the multipliers double
Special lit, extra ball, you know you’re in trouble
With a half-crazed grin, I watched the lights flash
And slowly but surely lost all of my cash
But my occupation with it was so deep
I can still hear the rollers go PING! in my sleep
My addiction’s destroyed me, and I’ll say again
Beware that two-flippered seducer of men.
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