Don't suffer no fools, you know you've been around the block.
Your naps on the couch will now be accompanied by dreams of ghosts.
All you cook is marshmallows, fruit and pretzels but I don't mind.
I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
The only problem is they're never within reach when they turn blue.
I know I'd be too tempted to walk around all day going, "wakkawakkawakkawakka."
What Pac Man here doesn't realize is that he and the ghosts are really made of the same stuff. Let's all try to get along, shall we?