check this out...someone I know wrote this when she had way too much time on her hands. You sing it to the tune of The Draft Dodgers Rag by Phil Ochs.
This is It:
I'm a skiier for sure wearin turtle fur, I guess they call us ski bums, I'm proud of that just workin off the fat and hibernate til winter comes.
Turn red as Mars eatin power bars have a knack for finding deep holes, dance shuffle and shift and fall off the lift and root for biodegradeable poles!
Broke my leg and hip watched my doc bill trip' knnow all the ski patrollers by name, know all the trails and heard all the tales put the weekenders to shame.
Dirty socks smelly boots black diamond chutes, a funky roof to some, but I don't mind just keepin' out of the grind and hibernate til winter comes.