What a terrible thing to suggest, Mrrzy

When I'm cast out from this world of hate
Please lay me down in the Georgia Strait

Send me there with my walking shoes on
Float me gently down in my Adidas Rom

I'll swim with the fishes in the deep blue sea
And I'll run with the sockeye as my family

When the Fraser's full and the tide's not low
I'll run with the grunion and the silver coho

If you see my sneakers won't you think of me
Cause I'm running up the river back to Agassiz