I don't know how I wound up on this grassy knoll,
Though Pokemon used to be my heart and soul,
And there's certain creatures for when they sing, it makes you want to take a nap on a swing,
One with pink dust it spewed, but I don't want to be a balloon.

The jigglypuff was noticed as a smooshy beast,
It gets bigger and rounder when it's mad or it breathes,
I'm getting dizzy I'm gonna hurl, my girlish bangs are grooving to a familiar curl,
My skin's getting a magenta hue, I don't wanna be a Balloon.

My shirt, skirt and stockings are so tight, they're all starting to sting,
My brown eyes are going to big and teal, now I can see anything, now this is bogus!

My voice is getting to a slightly squeakier pitch,
Forgetting human life should be a Jigg, I mean cinch,
I have no fingers and cat ears I see,
Hey creature, please ly-turn (return), what puff (have) you done to me?
My puffy merging makes me coo, I don't Jigglypuff (wanna be a) balloon.

[As the song progresses, more and more does the singer becomes like a jigglypuff, nay AS a jigglypuff. As its clothes shreds off, it wonders why it needed them at all. At least it hears music playing, so it gathers up a microphone and waits to finish returning to its inflated pop star form. It decides to finish the song with its unnecessary nose, lips & teeth gone.]

Co, co, co, jigglypuff, co, co, gagaga,
Jigglypuff,  Jigglypuff,  jigg-a-ly-puff.

(Translated:
My fellow jiggly had made the proper choice,
I missed my squishy body & my singing voice,
Of course, any creature that falls asleep,
I'll draw all over their face just like a creep,
My bouncing's my other best move, I'm a jigglypuff not a balloon.
Tell Kirby that it's doomed,
I'm a jiggly, I'm a jiggly, I'm a jigglypuff not a Balloon!!)