Skatin’ On Thin Ice

(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
There'll be the devil skatin' round
And an interview with howard cosell

Well, some call him a jet-set gladiator
Some say he's a soldier in a bloody silver war
But he's one hell of a warrior ¡º
He's 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 there's 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, you're 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