There's something bout the
Cold wind blowing across your face
It's not the k**
It's the thrill of the chase
It's like being in bed with
The girl of your dreams
Or eating a pint of
Ben & jerry's ice cream
Well you can kick me in the knee
With your ski or your boot
Well that's cool
On your head all root
This is something that
I will always cherish
Here to state the fact that
Skiers must perish