Comic Bakery

(Boyband Version)

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

Now is the time to say how much I really love you, Baby.
Show me the sign, and I will stay with you all through the night.
When we're apart I spend each moment thinking of you, Baby.
You're in my heart - I'll always keep you close and hold you tight.

 

You remember first time we met - how I told you
I had to make you mine?
Who can blame a young boy for wanting to hold you
because you look so fine?

 

Let me tell you once more:
You're the one I adore.
You're my C64!!!!

 

I turn you on whenever I can
cus you know how to keep me satisfied!
You are the one who made me a man -
hey let's go, let me play with you tonight!!!

 

 

Formula 1 Simulator

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

Cars are getting ready on track
in line
Waiting for the checkered flag
It's time
The race has begun
it's so fast - it's so fun
This is Formula 1

 

I must not give in to my fears
and cruise
'cause I have still got plenty of gears
to use
I'm charging head on
with the force of a gun
This is Formula 1

 

Go for the goal - lose control
we are ro[o|u]ting for you.
The track is slick - grab your stick
plug it into port 2
Wait - you're not too late, you're number 8
you're number 7, you're number 6
now 5 - now 4, you're number 3
you're number 2, you're number...

 

One car left I'm betting to win
Attack!
One mistake I'm getting a spin
off track
My tires are done
Call the pit, here I come
This is Formula 1

 

 

Future Knight

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

Take a look in my eyes and tell me what you see
I'm your knight of the future, I'm your destiny
Search your inner feelings it's not too late
I'm your life full of happiness, I am your fate

 

I have waited so long for you to realize
exactly what message lies within my eyes
Patience never-ending soon time is due
The realization's gonna dawn on you

 

The angels of love let out a blissful roar
And nothing will be like it has been before
Search your inner feelings, it'll all be right
I'm your destiny calling, I'm your future knight

 

 

Ghosts'n Goblins

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

You are running round and killing undead
Are you having any fun yet?
Send the creatures back to hell, brave Sir Knight
You did well, what a fight!

 

 

How to Waste This Day

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

The dawn has barely broken yet but I'm already up
My breakfast is a T-bone steak with bacon on the top
I skip the shower and wear my dirty clothes but that's OK
'cause I am home alone so I make all the rules today.

 

I strap on my new blades and rush to town at breakneck speed
Then I buy a box of booster packs my Magic deck may need
I trawl the park to look at chicks but head back pretty soon
'cause I got a comic book I plan to read this afternoon

 

I have the best day of my life - I can do all I wanna do
As if I aced the final bossfight and beat my hiscore too
I have the best day of my life - complete in every single way
No parents, wife, or kids to tell me how to waste this day

 

My Chaos Marauders take the Wood Elves out by 3 to 1
I do some hours of coding for this game I'm working on
I have some online roleplay fun harrassing all the noobs
And then I play a concert and the girls all flash their boobs

 

And as I'm drifting off to sleep
suddenly somehow
This little song pops in my head
And that's the one you're hearing now

 

 

Karl Koder (in Danish)

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

Må jeg få jeres opmærksomhed?
Må jeg få jeres opmærksomhed?

 

Vil den ægte Karl Koder rejse sig op?
Jeg gentager: Vil den ægte Karl Koder rejse sig op?

 

Vi får et problem her...

 

Hey, hvasså? Har I aldrig set en sand slamkoder før?
En, der tør og som gør alt det nørderne spø'r
om man kan og hvordan - er det kodet i C?
Er det DET, der skal til? Er du Superman? (Yes)
for med en goto kan... hey, HEY, stop for fanden!
"Sagde han egentlig ikke lige G-ordet, ham manden?"
Og Bjarne Stroupstrup sagde... Ikke en skid, dit kvaj!
Han er DØD! Han hænger nede i kælderen hos mig. (haha)
C64 var egentlig ret fedt et sted
der var - der var - der var bare for få bits at fedte med, så jeg skred
over til Amiga for at finde gejsten
der var en del flere bits - der var faktisk 16.
Men helt ærligt, når det ikk' lige var spil - hvad ku' den bruges til?
"Til Demoer og spas" - ja, det er fanneme ikke det jeg vil,
for jeg sku' score kassen og citronen sku' presses groft,
jeg kæmpede en håbløs kamp - til jeg mødte Microsoft

 

Omkvæd:

 

For jeg er Karl koder
ja, jeg er en slam-koder.
Alle i andre Karl koder'
er bedre end i troed' og
når JEG laver kode så
er det helt fucked up, helt fucked up,
helt fucked up

 

Linus Torvalds har slet ingen bugs i sit produkt - Nej, hvor fedt
men vent engang - han tjener præcis HVOR lidt?
Stive Finne, sidder der med sin Kopi, Unix' dage er forbi,
Nej, brug Windows, det' der flere penge i.
"Men Karl, Drop nu det pral, hvad hvis lortet går ned?"
All right, det ku' være sejt, så sad jeg der og røg fed
Mens de store bosser trygler mig i angst og i sved
"Support? Det kan vi godt. Smid dit tøj, buk dig ned!"
Så jeg kan bolle dig i røven sammen med Bill Gates
og diskutere over, hvem, der smitter hvem med AIDS.
Så hold kæft, og pis af med jeres blasfemi:
"Det har virket på min Mac et årti, hihi!"
Du kan få den store reboot med et spark bagi,
sig delete til din hjerne med en kill -9 (Aarggh)
Jeg er træt af de kommando-prompt bastarder, WYSIWYG er sgudda smarter'
Så skrid! Ellers så kommer jeg og ta'r dig.
For der er 1000 af os lissom Bill
med stil som Bill
og ingen sexappeal som Bill
er svin som Bill
gør dig til grin som Bill
Er du vild?
Måske, men du er bare ikke Bill

 

Omkvæd: For jeg er Karl koder...

 

Jeg scorer chicks lige så tit jeg vil
jeg har faktisk prøvet det I andre nørder kun har set i snuskede computerspil
du siger du er god til piger og du kan dit kram på dem,
men det er kun i Leisure Suit Larry du får ram på dem,
og det er ikk' det samme men det tror jeg du har gættet,
skal man score kan man ikke læse løsningen på nettet,
selv med 42 reloads er du stadig helt fortabt,
for du snakker kun om Counter Strike og maven hænger slapt
over bæltet, du er bleg for du er aldrig ude i solen
du var klassens grimme nørd og du blev moppet ud af skolen.
Har du prøvet at være fuld er du sikkert også finne.
Du har aldrig fået sex, i hvert fald ikke med en kvinde.
Så vil enhver Karl Koder rejse sig op
hive fat i sine deller og hejse sin krop
helt til top så vi kan stå her i samlet trop
Hvordan er det den går? Hør engang - følg nu op!

 

Omkvæd: For jeg er Karl koder...

 

 

Lightforce

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

It was so long ago
When we were kids
Back when the magic flowed
In '86

 

Spacemen came across the void
They brought us games like Arkanoid
And shoot them ups we all enjoyed
The spacemen came and were destroyed

 

Fly to the sky fly and fight for your lives

 

 

Man with the Gun

(Music and lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

I'm Average
I'm just that average guy you meet each average day
I'm Average
I live my average life in my average way

 

But when I'm all alone, my wife is snoring
Or my job is really boring
There's one place I am the KING.

 

I'm Playing games, I'm the man with the gun
I'm an army of one
I'm the man with the gun
In PVP I am second to none
Dig all those matches I've won
I'm the man with the gun

 

My gaming
has helped me break the everyday monotony
cause gaming
will let me act out anything I'd like to be.

 

I've been a princess saving, cherry craving,
coin collecting, ball deflecting,
stellar trading, team upgrading,
potion drinking, bad guy shrinking,
rocket jumping, monster pumping,
tribe evolving, puzzle solving,
dot eating son af a
gunship flying, cake defying,
guitar swinging, pop song singing,
crystal pairing, solitairing
Master of the world.

 

I'm Playing games, I'm the man with the gun
I'm an army of one
I'm the man with the gun
You shouldn't worry 'bout what's being done
I know my real life's the one
Where I'm the man with the gun!

 

(Solo)

 

I've also
Infiltrated, terminated, space invaded, populated,
guild raided, I've been a GOD!

 

...

 

I'm Playing games, I'm the man with the gun
I'm an army of one
I'm the man with the gun
A killing spree's never been so much fun
I will never be done
I'm the man with the gun

 

I'm Playing games, I'm the man with the gun
I'm an army of one
I'm the man with the gun
You cannot hide, you've got nowhere to run
I'm a pro, there's no con
I'm the man with the gun
I'm a bitch of a son
I'm the man with the gun
Rambo's first name is John (Set blasters to stun!)
I'm the man with the gun.

 

 

Parappa the Rapper 2

(Toasty Buns)

(Music and lyrics by Masaya Matsuura)


That's right
I'm in the house
Here it comes!

 

Extra extra, read all about it
The best burgers in town, from all around
People from around the world come and get it,
The line goes around like a merry-go-round

 

Cut! Heat! Toast! Cook! Cut! Heat! Toast! Cook!

 

Burgers to fries, a shake or a friend
If you're hungry simply line up at the end
Come on people gather round
We got everything you want from all around

 

Cut the lettuce, heat the grill
Toast the buns, cook the patties
Serve the drinks, melt the cheese
French the fries, sweep the floor

 

The ketchup, the mustard, the salt, and the pepper
Pour it on right, cause we got no extras
Yo watch the grill, control the flame guys
Follow the rules stay productive and wise

 

Cook those burgers, turn the patty over
Watch them fries, better execute sooner
Bring on the ketchup, don't forget the cheese
Bring on the mustard, handle it with ease

 

Burgers, burgers is all we have in mind
We cook the best, you better get in line
Now put it on a tray, is it for here or to go?
Any which way it tastes good you know

 

Cook those burgers, turn the patty over
Cut the lettuce, don't forget the cheese
Toast the buns, french the fries
Bring on the ketchup, sweep the floors

 

 

Piece of Noise

(Lyrics by Søren Trautner Madsen and Peter Trautner Brander)

 

Come here kids sit down before me
Let me tell you guys a story
'bout the time when I met mommy
and put you guys in her tummy

 

I was young, I had been drinking
High on drugs and low on thinking
Thought that life could get no better
That's the time when I first met her

 

She was really nice - yeah - she was very nice
Looked into her eyes and came to realise that
she was just the girl I'd been waiting for
I wanted her right on the floor
She was really nice - yeah - she was very nice
Opened up my eyes and came to realise that
even though my touch had been soft and small
she'd thrown me through the wall

 

Days went by, I was awoken
in a bed with both legs broken
Next to me I saw the bitch lie
She said: "I heard you're a rich guy"
Told me 'bout my kids she carried
Minutes later we got married
It went fast and truth be told
it was quite weird - my kids were 3 years old

 

This is how the story ended
I came home when my knees were mended
Found my wife who told me: "Honey
I am taking all your money
If you think I'm acting cheap then
you can have the kids and keep them!"
Now I find I have been had
You're not my kids, and kids I'm not your dad!

 

 

The Human Race

(Lyrics by Martin Koch and Søren Trautner Madsen)

 

First job - and the years they pass
You just get more to do
tho' you're busting your ass
Is life really just all this work?
The long hours and the extra perks?

 

Ev'ry day gotta prove you're the best
nose to the grindstone work like possessed
Get that promotion and increase in pay
Your life trickles away

 

Can you see where to go?
Is the point of life just to make some dough?
Working to pay the mortgage you owe
are you too stressed out to even know

 

It's your life - your responsibility
chopped to bits by corporate machinery
Struggling on though you know you'll lose the chase
you set the pace for the human race

 

Follow your dreams to the day of tomorrow
where the grass is greener and there's no sorrow
Rise from the crowd, take the lead just run faster
At this rate you're heading straight for disaster

 

You set the pace for the human race...