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



@ski @parody @death

Printed in Song Fest by Dick and Beth Best

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