Lyrics Electric Tapes - The Grammar Club

Down in Cincinnati Town
Our pal Ricky owns
A bunch of weirdo garbage that he's hoarding in his home

But from that trash a robot came
It's given him a quest
To show you strange recordings helds on VHS cassettes

And they be Electric Tapes
Stay up late. Don't go to bed
Electric Tapes
Put nostalgia in your head

Elections at the middle school, from
Back when trading pogs was cool. Come
Get a taste
It's about to start

The Public-Domain Bogeyman
You won't find on our show
We'll hold your short attention span
With movies of our own

The finest backyard wrestling
High-school AV club
Endings from Nintendo games
And Ryan in the tub

And they be
Electric Tapes
Well-oiled men and busty gals
Electric Tapes
Space police are also pals

Enough of all your worldly terrors
All you need are tracking errors
Arm your capture cards