Her name is Ms Croft,
I have a game about her,
My room's in my loft,
Got work in half an hour,
She dodges rocks,
She wears white socks,
Nobody knows who I am,
Nobody gives a damn about TR like me.

Cos I'm just a Tomb Raider fan baby,
I'm just a Tomb Raider fan baby,
Listen to Marcus Trogen maybe,
With me,
Oooooohhhhh!

She can do a great trick,
She brings a gun to shoot stuff,
Bad guys get kicked,
Up the butt if they try to stop her,
She lives in Surrey,
Far away from me,
She doesn't know who I am,
No one gives a damn about TR like me.

Cos I'm just a Tomb Raider fan baby,
I'm just a Tomb Raider fan baby,
Listen to Marcus Trogen maybe,
With me,
Oooooohhhhh!


Nah nah!
To them,
They don't know what they're missing.
No they don't know what they're missing.
Nah nah!
To them,
They don't know what they're missing.

Man I feel like mould,
At work and I am lonely,
Lo and behold,
Girl walking up to me,
Hope I keep awake,
With boredom I ache,
How does she know who I am?
Does she give a damn about TR like me?
"I got two tickets to Over The Y! Baby,
Amsterdam tomorrow don't say maybe,
I'm just a Tomb Raider fan baby,
Like you."

Nah nah,
To them,
They don't know what they're missing,
Nah nah,
To them,
They don't know what they're missing,


By
Ocean-Sirius.