Super Skier Songtext
von The Chad Mitchell Trio

Well, they called him Super-Skiier
As he sat around the sun deck
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 people down the hill

He was comin′ down the 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
That′s the last of Super-Skiier we shall see

Well, he hollered "What the hell?"
As he lined 'em parallel
He figured there was nothin' more to learn (Oh, no)
And as he started on his way
He shouted "Ándale!"
Assumin′ 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 jumpin' form was fine
Until he ran into that pine
And two one-legged skiers left him there

He was comin′ down the 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
That′s the last of Super-Skiier we shall see

When he left that tree at last
He was movin' 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 runnin′ freer
And folks up on Little Nell
Looked up scared as hell
Said "It′s a bird, no, it's a plane"
"It′s Super-Skiier!"
"No, it's a bird"


He was comin′ down the 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
That′s the last of Super-Skiier we shall see

Now, the moral of my story
Though my story's kinda gory
For all you sun deck Charlies
There's still hope
You buy the fastest clothes you can
Then talk skiin′ like a man
But don′t let people catch you on the slopes

Well, he was comin' down the 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
That's the last of Super-Skiier we shall see

And let′s get Charlie off the MTA