[Verse 1]
Red parka, black shades
Got a lift pass straight from hell
Carvin’ flames in the hardpack
You can smell that sulfur smell
He grins at the warning sign
Says, “Boy, that slope’s all mine”
Then he drops in, straight-line
Past the slow zone, chewin’ up the white
[Chorus]
He’s the devil on a snowboard
Takin’ down all the skiers (yeah)
Sprayin’ rooster tails of powder
Got ‘em wobblin’ on their rear-ends, fearin’
If you see that blacked-out board
Better clear that narrow trail
‘Cause the devil on a snowboard
Ain’t sharin’ that mountain, hell no, not today
[Verse 2]
Old-timer in a neon suit
Gets clipped, loses both his poles
Devil tips his hat, says
“Shoulda read them mountain rules”
Carves a cross on the fresh corduroy
But the lines burn upside down
Ski patrol just shrugs it off
Till they feel that tremor in the ground
[Chorus]