(Verse 1)
The alarm clock blares at seven-oh-five,
Another workday, gotta look alive.
But the night before was a tactical blur,
Up 'til two AM, a top-tier gamer, sir.
A few more kills 'til he hit Prestige Ten,
He's thirty-nine, but he plays like a phenom then.
Coffee brewing, sun is on the rise,
But Black Ops 7 still fills his tired eyes.
(Chorus)
He's thirty-nine, a family man, and a pro,
With a headset on and a M13 on the go.
From Domination maps to the office commute,
He runs on adrenaline, love, and a meaty pursuit.
He loves his wife, his minivan, and his life,
And a plate full of bacon cuts through the daily strife.
A digital soldier, a dad with a grin,
When the weekend starts, the fun can begin!
(Verse 2)
He walks in the kitchen, and what does he smell?
That sizzling gold that he knows oh so well.
Three rashers crispy, two chewy and soft,
The perfect fuel to keep his spirit aloft.
His kids are yelling, "Dad, look at my drawin'!"
A superhero with a cape and a dragon clawin'.
He gives a high-five, says, "That's epic, my star!"
Then wipes the grease off his grin, right where they are.
(Verse 3)
The workday ends, the tie comes undone,
He's home for baseball practice and family fun.
One's doing homework, two are wrestling the cat,
He's got a hug for this one, a pat for that.
He helps with the fractions, he fixes a toy,
The pure, simple chaos that gives him true joy.
He reads them a story, he tucks them in tight,
Says, "Sweet dreams, sleep well, and turn off the light."
(Chorus)
He's thirty-nine, a family man, and a pro,
With a headset on and a M13 on the go.
From Domination maps to the office commute,
He runs on adrenaline, love, and a meaty pursuit.
He loves his wife, his minivan, and his life,
And a plate full of bacon cuts through the daily strife.
A digital soldier, a dad with a grin,
When the weekend starts, the fun can begin!
(Bridge)
The house is quiet, the chores are all done,
It's time for the true solo mission to run.
Headphones on, controller in hand,
He's back in the fight, the best in the land.
He's calling out targets and grabbing the flags,
Before the sun rises and the energy drags.
(Outro)
Yeah, he's bacon-fueled and battle-tested and true,
The best dad-gamer in the whole damn crew!
He whispers: "Good game... now where's my blanket?"
Click. Respawn tomorrow. Goodnight.
