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