(Sung to the tune of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody")
"Aces High Rhapsody"
This isn’t real life,
It’s MA fantasy.
Caught in a furball;
My escape from reality…
Open your eyes
To what virtual skies can be.
I’m just a Spit-Dweeb;
I get no sympathy,
Because it’s “easy come, easy go.”
“Shoot him high, shoot him low.”
Anyway my rounds go,
Doesn’t really matter to me…to me.
HiTech, just fried a Dweeb.
Lined my shot up pulling lag,
Pulled my trigger now he’s fragged.
Goodbye Mister Newbie,
It’s time to diiieeee,
Better leave your plane behind and hit the silk…
Oooo…Ooo, ooooh
I don’t want to die;
Sometimes I wish I’d never logged on at all,
Carry on, carry on. Nothing else does matter.
I’m just a Spit-Dweeb,
No body loves me.
(He’s just a Spit-Dweeb,
With a slow computer.
Spare him his life from the gang-bang pilots’ glee)
I’m just a little silhouette’o of a dweeb
Get away, son, get away!
Keep your hands off Daddy’s keyboard!
Thunderbolts and Lightnings
Very, very frightening, EEH!
Watch me H.O. Watch me H.O.
Watch me H.O. Here I go.
Hispano fire is a devil of a sight
To see. To see. To MeeeeeeEE!
Nothing else can matter,
‘Cept one more kill for me.
Nothing really matters…
Nothing really matters,…to…me.
(Any way my rounds go…)
Sabre 
