They called him Super Skier,
as he sat around the sun deck,
and he swore that he'd never spill.
When they finally took him down,
they had to use three toboggans
to carry all the pieces down the hill.
He was going down that slope,
going ninety miles an hour,
when he caught on edge of his ski.
Well, his clothes they weren't vast,
but the slopes they were faster,
He hollered, what the hell,
he figured there was nothing else to learn.
As he started on his way,
he was shouting, on delay,
Well, he was slipping down that slope,
going ninety miles an hour,
when a mogul flipped him in the air.
His jumpin' form was fine,
Well, he was goin' down that slope,
goin' ninety miles an hour,
when he caught on edge of his ski.
Well, his claws, they were fast,
but the slopes, they were faster.
That's the last of Su per
When he left the tree at last,
he was skiin' twice as fast.
Both halves were skimmin'
He said, if I must be a split personality,
how can I ever keep my knees together?
and the other headed west,
cause both of them, you see,
The folks on Little Nell,
they looked up as scared as hell,
said, it's a bird, no, it's a plane,
Well, he was going down that slope,
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 Supers
Well, the moral of my story,
though my story's kinda gory
Is very simple, even to a dope
Buy the fastest clothes you can
Then talk ski ing like a man
Well, he was going down that slope,
When he caught an edge of his ski
Well his clothes they were vast
but the slopes they were faster.
That's the last of super skier.
That's the last of super skier.
