John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey
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Super Skier, by the Chad Mitchell Trio

For no better reason than it's going through my head...

Well, they called him 'Super Skier'
as he sat around the sundeck
for he swore that he would never take a spill...

When they finally brought him down
they had to use three toboggans
to carry all the pieces down the hill!


o/`
He was comin' down that slope
doin' ninety miles an hour
when he caught an edge of his ski

Well his clothes, they were fast
but the slopes, they were faster
So that's the last of Super Skier we shall see

He hollered, "What the hell!"
as he lined them parallel
he figured there was nothing more to learn (Oh, no?)

And as he started on his way
he shouted, "¡Ándale!"
assuming that he'd never have to turn

Well, he was slippin' down that slope
doin' ninety miles an hour
when a mogul flipped him in the air

His jumping form was fine
until he ran into that pine
and two one-legged skiers left from there...

He was comin' down that slope
doin' ninety miles an hour
when he caught an edge of his ski

Well his clothes, they were fast
but the slopes, they were faster
So that's the last of Super Skier we shall see

When he left that tree at last
he was moving twice as fast
both halves were skimming moguls like a feather

He said, "If I must be
a split personality
how can I ever keep my knees together?"

One ski was headed north
and the other headed west
'cause both of them, you see, were running freer

And folks up on Little Nell
looked up, scared as hell
They said, "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!" "It's Super Skier!"

"...No, it's a bird."


He was comin' down that slope
doin' ninety miles an hour
when he caught an edge of his ski

Well his clothes, they were fast
but the slopes, they were faster
So that's the last of Super Skier we shall see

Now the moral of my story
(though my story's kinda gory)
for all you Sundeck Charlies there's still hope

You buy the fastest clothes you can
then talk skiing like a man...
but don't let people catch you on the slopes!

Oh, he was comin' down that slope
doin' ninety miles an hour
when he caught an edge of his ski

Well his clothes, they were fast
but the slopes, they were faster
So that's the last of Super Skier we shall see...

--And let's get Charlie off the M.T.A.!
o/`

-The Gneech
Tags: mystery post, poetry
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