From Memory so any corrections would be appreciated.

SUPER SKIER

They called him Super Skier as he sat around the sun deck,
For he swore that he would never take a spill.
When they finally brought him down, they had to use three toboggans
To carry all the pieces down the hill.

'Cause he was slipping down the slopes doing 90 miles an hour
When he caught an edge of his ski.
Now his clothes they were fast but the slopes they were faster.
That's the last of Super Skier we shall see.

Well he hollered "What the hell?" as he lined them parallel
Assuming there was nothing more to learn,
And as he started on his way, he shouted "Andele,"
Assuming that he'd never have to turn.

Well, he was slipping down the slopes doing 90 miles an hour
When a mogul flipped him in the air.
His jumping form was fine, till he ran into that pine
And two one-legged skiers left from there.

Well, one ski was headed north; the other headed west,
For both of them, you see, were running free-er,
And folks on Little Nell looked up scared as hell,
Said, "Its a bird! It's a plane! It's SUPER SKIER! Nah, it's a bird."

When he left that tree at last, he was moving twice as fast.
Both halves were skimming moguls like a feather.
And he said, "If I must be a split personality,
How can I ever keep my knees together?"

Now the moral of my story, though my story's sort of gory,
Is for all you sun-deck charlies there's still hope.
You buy the fastest clothes you can, then talk skiing like a man,
But don't let people get you on the slopes.

'Cause he was slipping down the slopes doing 90 miles an hour
When he caught an edge of his ski.
Now his clothes they were fast, but the slopes they were faster.
That's the last of super skier we shall see.
And let's get Charlie off the MTA!

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 30-May-02.