For Elton John's Candle in the Wind.
(The sad tale of a young man and his dying freind....)
Goodbye PSX,
Though I never told you at all,
You'd had that space to call your own,
While all those consoles came and went.
They crawled out of my bedroom,
Only you ever remained,
I set you on the table,
And they made you change your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life,
as a console on the fritz,
Never knowing where to save to,
When the game was put in.
And I would have liked to have saved you,
But I was just too late.
Your LED burned out long before,
Your coolness ever did.
Traveling was tough,
Dartmouth was the toughest you ever played,
Playstation created a superstar,
And pain was the price you paid.
Even as you died,
Oh the Bert still stood by you,
All the adverts had to say,
Was that PS2 is so much better than you.
Goodbye PSX,
Though I never told you at all,
You'd had that space to call your own.
Goodbye PSX,
From the young man sitting on the sofa bed,
Who sees you as something as more than a console,
More than just an old Playstation.