Goldfinger - S.m.p. lyrics

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