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When I was little - just a little bitty boy,
My mother said, much to my anti-joy,
'Now here, my son, is the girl you are to wed,'
But all she wants to do is to whip me into bed!
I got the blues, I got them Pokémon Blues!
I got the blues!
Now I work for Team Rocket, with my partner Big Jess,
Although I often seem to be the one in the dress!
And the loudmouth Meowth who always scratches my face!
Not mention Giovanni always ragging on my case!
I got the blues, I got them Pokémon Blues!
I got the blues!
I've got myself a wheezing, I think he loves me a lot!
Although he hits me with his smog - not the smartest I've caught.
Then there is my Victreebel, I really think it wants me dead,
'Cause when I call it out, it latches right onto my head.
Ohhhh! I got the blues, I got them Pokémon Blues!
I got the blues!
Then there are those brats, Ash, Misty, and Brock,
And his pikachu with that outrageous shock!
Every plan seems to go their way and then...
Yep that's right! We are blasting off again!
I got the blues, I got them Pokémon Blues!
I got the blues!
"Yeah and I got Pokémon Red!"
James dropped his guitar and looked over at Meowth. "Uhh, hi," he said weakly, taking a few steps back. Meowth advanced on him, glowering.
"Loud-mouthed am I?" he yelled, pouncing at James with his claws. With lighting fast reflexes developed from his time spent with his 'fiancé,' James dodged the angry pokémon and ran out the cabin door.
"Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" he cried, disappearing into the woods.