S.M.P.

Goldfinger

Hang-Ups

Oh yeah

There's something like that brush with power across of your face
It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase
It's like being in bed with the girl of your dreams
While eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream

Well, you can kick me in the knee with your ski or your boot
Well, that's cool, on your head, I'll roost
'Cause this is something that I will always cherish
This is the fact that skiers must perish