Fusty’s Fabulous 80s Dream
By Steve Cleverley and Sanj Sen
Snuggle up, close your eyes… and relax. Tonight we’re travelling back to EightiesVille, to hang out with a very (ahem) trendy little Moshling, called Fusty.
(How far, how far, how far)
Fusty is a Fungi, a Moshling with a story
He loves to dream about the past, his fun-filled days of glory
See, once upon a time he was a player on the scene
In a decade known for fun and games, and lots more in between
Fusty comes from EightiesVille, a town that most agree…
Was awesome many years ago; the happening place to be
Everything was colourful and Moshlings had big hair
And all of them played video games, while music filled the air
Moshlings all wore crazy clothes with giant shoulder pads
And ripped holes in their hand-me-downs from Moshi moms and dads
Fusty loved to pose and preen and play his synthesizer
And tease his hair around his very trendy pink sun visor
So now when he feels sleepy and it’s time to go to bed
He thinks back to the old days and replays them in his head
The problem is he wakes up wishing time had not moved on
So tonight he’s trying to steer his dreams to find out what’s gone wrong
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Fusty’s fast asleep now and dreaming of the time
When EightiesVille was in full swing and he was in his prime
In his dream he’s posing in the street and looking slick
While talking on a cell phone that’s bigger than a brick
He ends the call as twilight falls, it’s getting pretty late
And heads towards the town square on his rainbow roller skates
He dons a pair of headphones, attached to a big box
That plays his favourite mixtape… this new tech really rocks!
Fusty’s knows he’s dreaming, so he tries to guide his mind
Toward a friend he hopes can help him leave his past behind
This wise pal’s name is HipHop, always keen to lend a hand
And Fusty hopes he’ll guide him, even though he’s in dreamland
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Fusty’s in the town square now, searching for his friend
And as he looks he wonders why this decade had to end?
A store that rents out movies is packed with new releases
As a flock of seagulls play nearby, creating masterpieces
There’s something in the air tonight, of that there is no doubt
It’s HipHop strolling through the square, with music blaring out
Fusty greets him warmly and the friends sit down and chat
Then Fusty asks why modern life feels dull and rather flat
“Every bedtime when I sleep, I dream of this decade
The tunes we played, the clothes we wore, and all the friends I made
I wake up wishing modern life was the just like in the past
So that is why I’ve sought you in my dreams to talk and ask”
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
HipHop says to Fusty, “You’re right, these were the days
But things move on and life today’s improved in endless ways
Mullets aren’t as cool now and music’s changed a lot
But modern life is wonderful, just think of all you’ve got…
“Reminscing’s fabulous, reliving stuff is fun
But the only time you should look back is to see how far you’ve come”
Fusty smiles at HipHop and says, “You know, you’re right”
EightiesVille was wonderful but my future’s really bright
“I need to wave the past goodbye, it won’t come back again
But before this dream is over, let’s stroll down memory lane”
The friends high five and start to drift through Fusty’s Eighties dream
They don’t know where they’re heading… but they sure know where they’ve been
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Fusty and his HipHop pal are floating through the streets
Past station wagons, shopping malls and colorful boutiques
Then they drift through cabbage patches, filled with funny dolls
As pencils rain from moonlit skies, topped by shock-haired trolls
Next they’re in a concert hall and Fusty’s on the stage
Wearing cut off denims (which back then were all the rage)
Moshlings in the audience wear fingerless neon gloves
There’s not a smartphone to be seen, which Fusty really loves
Fusty’s dream continues and the good times never waver
For now he’s in a games arcade, playing Moshi Invaders
Fusty takes a sip of slush from HipHop’s giant cup
And vows that when it comes to fun… he’s never gonna give it up
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Those sweet dreams, how far we’ve come
Back here in the present, Fusty’s in his bed
His dream of life in EightiesVille now fading from his head
The wise words HipHop offered him are etched upon his mind
And now he knows it’s better to fast-forward than rewind
Falling into deep sleep now, Fusty starts to snore
And feels more calm and mellow than he’s ever felt before
When he wakes he’ll still love all those things from way back when
But knows those days are over and he won’t see them again
He’ll dream of them from time to time but focus on the future
And if he wants to reminisce… well, he’ll look on his computer
But from now on Fusty’s letting history lay to rest
And knows the moments yet to come are sure to be his best
Goodnight.