cold wind blowing across your face
it's not the kill
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