Baked At Atari

This song, entirely fictional but stacked with references to real Atari products and employees, was inspired by the now legendary tales of drug use at Atari during the 1970s. Hope you enjoy it.

Lyrics:

Well I was baked,
Baked at Atari;
I lost my mind
I lost my mind.

I took Joe’s shrooms,
But I’m not sorry
‘Cause he took mine,
yes he took mine.

Now I’m seeing race cars on the floor
And Alan Alcorn thinks he is a dwarf
And all the tiny men that live in Nolan’s beard
Are telling me to work.

Well I was baked,
Baked at Atari;
I lost my mind
I lost my mind.

Took LSD,
But I’m not sorry,
‘Cause I took mine,
Yes I took mine.

Now I’m playing Pong against the rain
and Bristow thinks he’s flowing down the drain again.
And all the tiny men that live in Nolan’s beard
are climbing in my brain.

Now it’s time
to slay the demons running through my mind
On my screen,
I’m the game, and they’ve been playing me,
But I ain’t free; I’m 25 cents a piece.

Yes I was baked,
Baked at Atari;
I lost my mind
I lost my mind.

I sniffed Ron’s coke,
But I’m not sorry
‘Cause he sniffed mine,
yes he sniffed mine.

Now I’m playing Gotcha with Colleen
Decuir just drove a tank across the street
And all the little tiny men that usually make a home in Nolan’s beard
are telling me to flee!

Now it’s time
to slay the demons running through my mind
On my screen,
I’m the game, and they’ve been playing me.
Set me free — I’m 25 cents a piece.