The Fanboy

I am just a fanboy, and my story's often told.
   I have squandered my allowance
   on a backpack full of videos and anime.
None of the best,
   still, a fan sees what he wants to see
   and disregards the rest.
Hmm-mm-mm...

When I left my home and my family on the way out to this con
   I was one of five otaku
   in the hubbub of the Trailways station, laughing loud.
Then lying low,
   seeking out the midnight movie rooms
   where the media fen go,
   crashing where hotel security don't go.

Lie-lie-lie [...]

Seeking fannish conversation, I walked 'round the dealers' room
   but I got no talk there,
   just a come-on from the hucksters and their merchandise.
And I admit
   that I bought some bootleg fansubs
   whose translations were pure sh-t.
Hmm-mm-mm

Lie-lie-lie [...]

Now I'm counting up my dollar bills and wishing I was home,
   going home,
where the high-price hotel restaurant's not bleeding me
   for feeding me...

In the consuite stands a fanboy, an otaku as he's known,
   and he carries the remainders
   of his cash, and all the videos he's purchased,
And he cries out
   in his hunger and his shame
   "I am leaving, I am leaving",
   but the fanboy still remains.
Lie-lie-lie [...]