(guitar opening)

He was the thunder on the mountain.
He was the lightning on the snow.
But now he's got more snow upon his roof.
He'll still give it a go.
He climbs up high-de-high
up to the pro-steep run.
He climbs up high-de-high.
The old man
goes down the slope.

Way back in nineteen forty-seven
just like a train all full of coal
went down the mountain with high speed and pride
but he's older than Bob Dole.

He oughta hidey-hide.
He oughta jump up, run away.
He doesn't hidey-hidey-hide.
The old man
goes down the slope.

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)

(guitar break)

Good thing the river's frozen over.
But he's still howling like a hound.
There's a tree with hole shaped like him.
He didn't get around.

I think he died, he died.
He shouldn't have gone down again.
I think he died, he died.
The old man
carried down the slope.
The old man
carried down the slope.

Oy!
I think he
I think he
I think he
died, he died, he died!

(guitar fadeout)