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