Gory, Gory
"Is everybody ready?" cried the starter looking up
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes" and then we stood him up
He started booming down the trail, but his bindings were unhooked
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the sudden drop
He tried to stem, he tried to check, and then he tried to stop
A sudden bang, a terrible crash, a horrible rush of blood
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more
There was blood upon his bindings, there were brains upon
his skis
Intestines were a hanging from the highest of the trees
We scraped him up from off the snow and poured him from his boots
Well, he ain't gonna ski no more