Skiing through the past we zing Over the earth as we go barreling On a powder ring Some blaze paths and some fall in One on the top and one to sink within Oh, to sing with him Hit the slopes with a few friends Some for speed and some on heroin Until they sing within The snow on the Berg is tightly packed But the word on the street is that it's melting fast They say it just won't last So ski with me, and I'll ski with you