They call him the skiing cowboy
On the slopes he has the knack
Riding is what brings him joy
Mostly off the beaten track

No-one could tame or catch him
When he’s off in the wild
He’s up there every mornin’
Til’ « après-ski » closing time

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Skiing Cooooowboy, Yippie aye oooh
He’s a roamer, always looking for fresh snow
Skiing Cooooowboy, Yippie aye oooh
Never gives a damn, riding is all he knows