I think I've hit a wall;
I never caught 'em all.
Hours spent each day
Declining GPA
I beat the Elite Four
No challenge anymore
Training's no fun, man...
What happened to my plans?

I was gonna be a master,
Be my middle-school's star
I wanted to take a ride,
In that yellow Pika-car.
Life moves too fast, you see
Time is my enemy
Advances cause me strife
Need more
Time for
Real life!

Bring back Squirtle, and Blissey,
Way before Jirachi,
There was Mewtwo, and Ho-oh,
And music on the radio,
Now some kids, in high school,
Will tell me that I'm uncool.
But I'm too preoccupied
With nineteen, nineteen,
1995.

I've played through those classics,
Several dozen times.
Red version, yellow and blue,
Even Metallics, too
Go Mewtwo, Psychic, bam!
(Not a big Rayquaza fan)
Surf next to Cinnabar,
Safari Trick will take you far!

I do like Color Change
And Shed Skin,
But where's the old Elite,
Please tell me, where has Lance been?
Team Rocket's split into
Two teams of gangsters...
Please make this stop, stop,
STOP!


And bring back Squirtle, and Blissey,
Way before Jirachi,
There was Mewtwo, and Ho-oh,
And music on the radio,
Now some kids in high school
May tell me that I'm uncool.
But I'm too preoccupied
with 1995!