An Ekans on my shoulders, shiny Eevee by my side, Pikachu on my head yeah I was giving her a ride. O'er my head my Garchomp fastly did fly, while in my arms Sobble tried not to cry. What a managerie we were, that of which I'm sure. What a rag-tag group just walkin' down the path you're sure to stare if you dare to pass.
