Get The F*** Out

It was 1981 and the arcade owner started to shout.
He was furious and he told me to get the f*** out.
I went in the arcade and I played Asteroids.
I could play for hours and the owner was annoyed.
I could play for hours and hours and one quarter was all I had to spend.
The owner bought a shotgun and I thought that my life was going to end.
He screamed when I stepped on his foot because he had gout.
He blew off my kneecaps and then he told me to get the f*** out.
I couldn't walk out of the arcade so I had to crawl.
I didn't expect that to happen, I didn't expect it at all.
I was addicted to video games, they were things that I sure did need.
I loved to play Asteroids, Space Invaders, Frogger and Centipede.
But I was banned from the arcade, things went as sour as sour kraut.
I was sending the owner to the poor house and he told me to get the f*** out.
I got so angry that I hired an attorney because I decided to sue.
I said that the owner discriminated against me because I'm a Jew.
The judge actually believed my lie and ruled in my favor.
I was awarded the owner's arcade because the judge said the discrimination was bad behavior.