TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE, "I GOT YOU, BABE"

Mike: They say that we can't go down the hill,
Before we go we really should write a will.
Sonny: Well I don't know if all that's true,
Watch out for that bush, 'cause I think it really grew.
Sonny: Tree
Both: I hit you, tree.
I hit you, tree.

Mike: They say football on skis is really dumb,
Before we know it we'll both be very numb.
Sonny: I guess that's so, the wind's in our hair,
You did the sitter, but baby I did Cher.

Sonny: Tree
Both: I hit you, tree.
I hit you, tree.

Mike: I got flowers on my grave.
It was stupid, but baby, we seemed brave.
Sonny: And we weren't drunk, just acting like clowns.
We didn't see the tree, but we sure found the ground.

Mike: Don't let them say that we can't ski,
We were doin' pretty good 'til we hit that goddamn tree.
Sonny: So I put my little hand on the branch,
Thought I'd break my fall, but wound up buying the ranch.

Sonny: Tree.
Both: I hit you, tree.
I hit you, tree.

Sonny: I had Cher to hold my hand.
Mike: She had you then found a real man.
Sonny: I had Newt to think with me.
Mike: I had Ted to drink with me.
I went and kissed that tree goodnight.
Split my skull from left to right.
I hit the tree, I can't let go.
My blood is dripping on the snow.
Both: I hit you, tree.
I hit you, tree.
I hit you, tree. I hit you, tree.

Norman Bookstein voice: 510-526-7982 norman@skipatrol.org fax: 510-526-7983