Whiskey Duck Blues

Mmm, yeah…

Psyduck got a headache, and the bartender knows my name…

Woke up this mornin’, head poundin’ like a drum,

Trainer yellin’ orders, but my brain’s just numb.

Can’t use Confusion, can’t even tie my shoes,

So I’m sittin’ at the counter, sippin’ Pikachu’s booze.

I got them Psyduck blues, yeah, the pain won’t stop,

Bottle full o’ whiskey, spillin’ out on the top.

If evolution’s the cure, then lord, make it quick,

But till I’m Golduck strong, I’m just drunk and sick.

Nurse Joy kicked me out, said my tab’s too high,

Even Chansey laughin’ while I stumble by.

Poké Balls rattlin’, trainers roll their eyes,

But I’m three shots deep and philosophizin’ with fries.

I got them Psyduck blues, yeah, headache on repeat,

Bartender pourin’ doubles while I’m trippin’ off my feet.

One more shot of bourbon, maybe two or three,

If I black out tonight, evolution’s on me.

They say Mewtwo’s got power, Arceus got grace,

But I’m just tryin’ to stand without fallin’ on my face.

I don’t need no battle, no trainer with a plan,

Just a six-pack of lager and a warm night stand.

I got them Psyduck blues, baby, swimmin’ through my brain,

Head poundin’ harder than a runaway train.

If tomorrow I wake up, and my skull still split,

I’ll just blame it on the whiskey… and this duck-ass shit.

Quack… quack…

Pour another round, bartender…

’Cause Psyduck ain’t leavin’ sober tonight.