Ski Songs?

[billski]

WTF?
Anyone ever hear of a ski song? Not me!

Damn, I try to romance her with the banjo, and she goes for the dog!


Well, it looks like you can sing-along right here folks!

http://bobgibsonlegacy.com/SkiSongs.asp

 

[Black Phantom]

 

[billski]

Don't forget your cigs when you're on the slopes:

 

[Black Phantom]

Don't forget your cigs when you're on the slopes:

Or your guitar:

 

[ERJ-145CA]

Or your guitar:

That's a sweet guitar.

 

[Black Phantom]

 

[billski]

Oh look, it's John Denver!

that is so0000 photoshopped!

 

[Tin Woodsman]

Don't you people know Keller Williams?

The word traverse is what I like to avoid,
My hobbies include popping ollies off an asteroid.
Felling the flow of the snow as we go,
The sun makes you blush in the slush,
you should know.

Fifty on the nose,
Trim nails on the toes,
Full charge on the pod,
when it dies it blows,
like the wind,
Again and again,

It's stingin my nerve ends,
the chills they send,
and the bend in my knee,
it makes me see,
this could be free,
if you hike up the trees,
Use them as a hand-hold brave and bold,
in the cold,
so I'm told.

Floatin' on the freshies
(scatting)

Use 'em as a hand-hold brave and bold,
You know it's not my thing,
too much work that it brings,
stick me on a lift,
stick a lighter in my fist,
I'm fightin for the flame it becomes a game,
pull jacket over brain,
works magic like David Blaine.

Levitatin, elevatin , glass box vegetatin,
Simulate, stimulate,
Distract yourself from the constant straight,
Goofy-footed, poofy hooded,
Left side as I'm shootin through the trees,
Just like the breeze,
As I'm floatin on the freshies.

Floatin on the Freshies

 

[arik]

There is a band called chairlift and another called snow patrol.
I associate Journey with skiing

 

[SIKSKIER]

I thought Sammy Hagar's "I can't drive 55" was a ski song.St least that's what I sing when I cranking high speed runs.

 

[Philpug]

Cousin Dupree by Steely Dan

Well I've kicked around a lot since high school
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs
From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band
To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs

Now I've come back home to plan my next move
From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch
When I see my little cousin Janine walk in
All I could say was ow ow ouch

CHORUS:
Honey how you've grown
Like a rose
Well we used to play
When we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree

She turned my life into a living hell
In those little tops and tight capris
I pretended to be readin' the National Probe
As I was watchin' her wax her skis

On Saturday night she walked in with her date
And backs him up against the wall
I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing
In a voice I never knew I had before

CHORUS
I'll teach you everything I know
If you teach me how to do that dance
Life is short and quid pro quo
And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?

One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire
And I figured I'd make my play
I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks
How can you stand it for one more day

She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes
Or that your mind has turned to applesauce
The dreary architecture of your soul
I said - but what is it exactly turns you off?