I've got friends in all the wrong places

They leave me up canoe creek without the power to propel

There was no criminal intent

Just simple criminals unintentionally

We were posted to the almost most wanted list

But no one was concerned
No one discerned

Only that we are not allowed stay
But migrate we must to do

So the pride of the pride roared like a mouse

And the meek inherited
the sins of the father

Of mice , men and lions
up canoe creek with the eye of the tiger on them

. . . with no propulsion