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
    Thanks to Lisa (fuzzy_bugg16@hotmail.com) for these lyrics