To the tune of: Carmen Miranda's Ghost
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation 3
Half my friends have seen him, plus the Scoutmaster and me.
And if you think we've had too much Mountain Dew and rum
Just tell us where these freakish bits of code keep coming from.
Don't put in your Tekken game with that mem'ry card in dock.
You just might see a bearded face and get a nasty shock
And if you try to boldly go where no one's gone before
You just might see some battle droids come rolling down the floor.
We sometimes catch a glimpse of him, on gaming-nights or days,
But when we try to beat him up, he laughs and fades away.
The high school's head psychologist takes notes and asks what's up
They've put us all on Ritalin but he still keeps showing up.
We don't know why he's haunting us, or just what games he haunts.
He only shows up randomly; we wonder what he wants.
Best odds say he's integrated with the cd drive
It's really quite amusing as we think he's still alive.
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation Three.
Not that we're complaining, with the game updates for free.
But now and then we wonder what it means for the sci-fi scene
That former great creative minds hide out in a machine.
Lyrics (c) 2002, Joan Laurel Baldridge
