Skatin on Thin Ice — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)

(kinky friedman)



They say that even jesus hates a loser

And when you die you go to hockey hell

And when your soul gets sent down,

Therell be the devil skatin round

And an interview with howard cosell.



Well, some call him a jet-set gladiator,

Some say hes a soldier in a bloody silver war.

But hes one hell of a warrior

Hes got a good lawyer

And every time he crosses that line you can hear that garden roar.



And he keeps on skatin on thin ice

Just six inches from paradise

Livin on the ice, lovin on the run.

He keeps on skatin on thin ice

Just six inches from paradise,

Written in the stars, meltin in the sun.



Well, he scored again last night out in vancouver,

You might say that it was on a power play.

He come in close, he shut the light,

Before his teeth came out that night,

In the morning it was hell to break away.



Through northern lights and southern nights theres someone

Who warms your heart as you shiver from the cold.

But every gypsy, every lover, every dreamer must discover

What you win out on the ice, youre gonna lose out out on the road.



And he keeps on skatin on thin ice

Just six inches from paradise

Livin on the ice, lovin on the run.

He keeps skatin on thin ice

Just six inches from paradise

Written in the stars, boy, meltin in the sun.

Written in the stars, boy, meltin in the sun.