| I’m sliding, sliding all around
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| I’m slipping, slipping on the ground
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| I’m gliding, make a figure eight
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| I’m sliding, isn’t this great
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| We’re slipping and sliding
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| All over the warehouse now
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| Well, I’m slipping and a-sliding
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| With my Scribble Sticks out
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| One leg goes north
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| And the other one south
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| Well I’m sliding side to side
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| Trying to get those socks
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| Red, blue, yellow, put 'em in a box
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| We’re bound for the floor
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| We’re balanced no more
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| Trust us 'cause we’ve fallen before
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| Well my feet are movin' fast
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| I ain’t gettin' nowhere
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| I’m like a middle Mover cyclone
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| Spinning in the air
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| Try walking, try running
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| But I still fall flat
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| Things are scattered
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| And they’re falling from my hat
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| Our shoes don’t grip
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| They go slippy, slippy slide
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| 3−2-1, it’s time to glide
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| Hey there Scott don’t cha hit that wall
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| Look out Rich, don’t cha slip and fall
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| Smitty watch out, there goes the Mouse
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| Dave you made it slippery in this warehouse, hey
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| Hey everybody, won’t cha give us a hand
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| We’re a slipping sliding, super gliding
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| Rock 'n roll band |