Farewell to the 'London,' forever,
Farewell to ½ marathons as well.
Farewell to the 12k at Honiton
No more of these races we say.
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay
There's Race director who is our commander
and marshals and AVR crew
the first aid and tv presenters
Know what we poor runners go through.
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay
Oh had I my trail shoes from Saucony
I'd fly on my 'pinions so high
Find doors on the beach always open
With no need to ask myself , 'Why?'
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
For we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay
Now all you road runners from elsewhere,
Take warning from what we've to say
Be humbled when running within yourself
Or you'll never leave Grizz-er-ly Bay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, ay
Singing, Tooralay , Ooralay, 'lympiyak
Now we're bound to find Grizz-er-ly Bay