World Class Track Meet Video (MV)

When I was three or four, we got a video game system
Our buddies down on Arbor Road showed us how to use it
They liked to run and jump on the foot mat controller
To break Olympic records and race against each other

Gathering at our house before the television set
They were well-trained athletes, virtually gold medalists!
Watching them warm up as they turned the console on
My sister and I were silent, 'til the starting pistol went off

Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, socks against the pad!
Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, beating it with their hands!
Characters hurdled over all those pixels on the screen
Adrenaline was pumping at the World Class Track Meet

Without a single pause, the long jump and the dash
And then the triple jump... and the tournament mode at last!
When everything was through, the players climbed the stand
To bask in victory until the next round began!

Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, socks against the pad!
Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, beating it with their hands!
Characters hurdled over all those pixels on the screen
Adrenaline was pumping at the World Class Track Meet

I could feel it in my body, although everything was play
The reality-that they were my heroes-rings true today

Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, socks against the pad!
Stomp! Stomp! On the floor, beating it with their hands!
Characters hurdled over all those pixels on the screen
Adrenaline was pumping at the World Class Track Meet