Gory, Gory - The ski racing version.

"Is everybody ready?" cried the starter, looking up,
Our hero bravely answered, "Yes," and the we stood him up.
He started booming down the trail but his bindings were unhooked,
Well, he ain't gonna race no more.

Ch:
    Gory, gory, what a hell-of-a-way-to-die, (x3)
    Well, he ain't gonna race 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 race no more.

Ch:
    (Slowly:)
There was blood upon his bindings, there were brains upon his skis,
Intestines were hangin' 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 race no more.

Ch:

Dave