Most RPGs, it happens, dude

Ev'rything I spy in this mystical land
Well, you'll find that I will shove it in my pants, it's true
Weird but true
I-I-I-If it's not been tied down, you'll miss it dearly
I won't sell it for gold because, well, truth be told
Baby, I've got a big issue
Cause I won't throw out the things that I've got
Now that they're all mine, they must stay in sight
Baby, that means I can't move, move, move
May be mashin' Y, Y, Y
But now combat's slow, slow, slow

Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby
I'm overencumbered (bugger, bugger)
Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby (baby, baby)
My character's a lugger
Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby (baby, baby)
I'm overencumbered (bugger, bugger)
Game won't let me move (move, move)

I need to be lithe (lithe, lithe)
Dyin' kinda blows (blows, blows)
But when that stuff's spied, I lose
B-b-ba-ba-ba, b-b-ba-ba-ba-ba
B-b-ba-ba-ba, it may have no use (use)
B-b-ba-ba-ba, b-b-ba-ba-ba-ba
B-b-ba-ba-ba, I can't leave it, dude

C-C-C-Collection of mine, I love it sincerely
Sweet swords, armour so strong and at least sixteen mops
Baby, my whole playstyle is screwed
Roleplayin' this lout as a petty thug?
Really wish that I had thought of that line
Baby, before Fallout 2, 2, 2
Because by this time, time, time
That excuse would blow, blow, blow

Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby
I'm overencumbered (bugger, bugger)
Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby (baby, baby)
So much food with no hunger
Ba-b-b-ba, ba-b-b-ba-baby (baby, baby)
I'm overencumbered (bugger, bugger)
And I feel that's rude (rude, rude)

I'm stuck with this style (style, style)
Win chances are low (low, low)
Is the fault all mine? Ain't true
B-b-ba-ba-ba, b-b-ba-ba-ba-ba
B-b-ba-ba-ba, programmer's a douche

Random crap is in the thousands
I should still move fine, l-let me still move fine
Collectables in the thousands
When all's become mine, mine, mine
Approachin' the hundred thousands (ba-b-b-ba-baby)
I'm overencumbered (bugger, bugger)
Pixel hoarder? True

It happens each game, kinda blows