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Lyrics
Pick up your left foot, and wiggle your toes.
Pick up your right foot, and rub your beak or nose.
Waddle two steps forward, then back up in your tracks.
Shake hands with your neighbor and pat them on the back, and then we
CHORUS: Slide, slide, slide, down the iceberg,
Glide, glide, glide, on the snow.
There’s always time for fun in the land of midnight sun,
But it’s gettin’ kind of slippery and I’m falling...... on my buns! Oh-oh!
Pick up your left foot, roll your eyes.
Pick up your right foot, slap your flippers, slap your thighs.
Waddle in a circle, then gaze up at the moon.
Someday Earth might look like that if we don’t give a hoot.
O - O - O, the O-zone, it’s gettin’ kind of thinner every day.
Yo - Yo - Yo, you just don’t know, about things you cannot see,
But I’ll tell you truthfully, it’s getting hotter by degrees
Our iceberg’s floating out to sea!
Flipper-flap breakdown! (flipper-tummy solo)
(Verse 1 repeat)
Slide, slide, slide and then we glide, glide, glide,
But ice is melting all the time and the ocean’s on the rise,
So the humans have to help us save our hides!
Stop burning up the sky!
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