| Here comes the ski patrol
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| It comes but once a year
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| On down the mountain side
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| And they’ll make sure that we’re all right
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| And they’ll make sure that we’re all right
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| Sure that we’re all right
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| When the heavy snow fall comes
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| It spins on down the hills
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| And still the sun shines bright
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| Aw, down and down the hill
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| On down and down and down and down
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| Where the tattered hills lie down
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| The snow is on the ground
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| And it drifts on everyone
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| Makes everybody so glad
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| Makes everybody so glad
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| And the candidates who ran
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| With a long black rabble band
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| Playing now from town to town
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| Where the ski patrols are found
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| Well, that old patrol moves on
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| And along the mountain trails
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| Where the patrols are watching out
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| For those ones who need a helping hand
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| Will make sure that we’re all right
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| Oh, make sure that we’re all right |