Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Gamers

by Chris Cecil

(With apologies to Willie Nelson)

Chorus:
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
Don't let them fly spaceships or roam dungeons much
make 'em be phone reps and sales clerks and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be gamers.
They'll rarely play sports and they're thought of as dorks,
even by someone they love.

Gamers ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
and they'd rather be out questing for glory or gold.
Star Wars belt buckles and old faded handbooks
and each night begins a new game.
And if you don't understand him, and quote Monty Python
he'll probably just think you’re lame.

Repeat chorus

A gamer loves crowded conventions, playing clear through mornings,
little full dice bags and board games and girls in chain mail.
Them that don't play cards won't like him,
and them that do sometimes won't know how to beat him.
He's not weird he's just different, and alignment won't let him
do things to make you think he's sane.

Repeat chorus