GOLDFINGER - Skiers Must Perish lyrics

rate me

There's something bout the cold wind blowin across a'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 eatin a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream

Well you can kick me in the D with your skate or your boot

Well that's cool, when your heads are loose

This is something that I will always cherish

Skaters hate the fact that Skiers Must Perish!