There's something bout the
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