My mummy told me not to ski - It's a slippery slope, But she did, Now she's socks. (snow drop) My daddy told me not to ski - It's fatal dope, But he did, He's nesting under the rocks. Beavers, don't ski Ki-ki-ki-ki Beavers, don't ski Ki-ki-ki-ki I'm a suicidal beaver, My blood's flowing like a river. There's a pole in my snout. There's my flesh all around. Strewn meat bones Bo-bo-bones bones bones Strewn meat and bones Bo-bo-bones bones bones Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers Non-believers Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers We are grievers We are grievers Beavers make the best fur blankets. Beavers huddle in cozy caskets. And when the snow melts, You'll bump into their pelt. Beavers are trousers, Beavers are wowzers, Lousy skiers, Lousy bastards. Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers Non-believers Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers We are grievers We are grievers Beaver and skis Are at war Not at peace When a baby beaver soars It evades all the wars It evades all the whores It creates all the gore Lemme tell you the top-notch beaver recipe Beaver and skis Are at war Not at peace Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers Non-believers Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers Suicidal skiers Suicidal beavers We are grievers We are And maybe in the afterlife Beavers will ski and learn not to die And maybe in the afterlife Beavers will ski and learn not to die
