☎️ Come On, Tell Me, Who Are You? (Who Are You?) 📇
A sliding-rhyme tribute to the generation that remembers life before Grand Theft Auto.
We had Atari, we had Pac-Man, We had a Walkman in our hand. We survived the eighties, big hair and MTV, Now GTA 6 wants to take us on a spree!
Vice City’s calling, the neon is bright, Another young criminal is stealing the night. We remember Miami Vice, Crockett and Tubbs, Now everybody's robbing digital clubs!
Oh, what a time to be alive, We used to drive without a hard drive! No missions, no maps, no virtual crime, Just questionable fashion and terrible hairlines.
Now here's GTA, with its glamorous crime, A billion-dollar playground, right on time. The graphics are stunning, the streets are alive, But can somebody tell me how to survive?
My knees make a noise when I get out of bed, The kids steal Ferraris while I'm seeing red. They've got virtual money, they've got virtual fame, And somehow my grandson is better at the game!
So polish your pixels, prepare your attack, The digital world is never looking back. We'll bring our nostalgia, our snacks and our tea, And ask where the heck they put the cheat codes for free!
Because we've seen it all, from Pong to the sky, And we're not too old to give GTA a try!
Game on, Grandma. Game on.
