He be a dirty flosser
a steelie double crosser
that dude there fishin water that's clear
ought to get the hell outa here
go downtown where the water be brown
like the governor who wants to sell it
down, down, down the river
and the fish don't stand a chance
down, down, down the river
As the takers all advance
sticky, stinky stan be baitin' up his hook
and fly guys with polarized eyes give him their dirty looks
as they wade the redds, I scratch my head and the spawning fish disperse
This urban fishery it seems is oh so badly cursed
Skagit Sam and Scandi Stan lookin' down their noses
at the single handed, nasty nymphin', indi-bobber-bozos
Dry fly purist Paul he skates his big 'Skawally'
and damn you using sink tips man, at least attach a poly!
We all disgrace ourselves somehow... and this river we've been given
and yet, together, here we are by its unifying force we're driven
down, down, down the river
and the fish don't stand a chance
down, down, down the river
As the takers all advance
ME
TONIGHT
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