Mt. Slippery

Oh what could I put into a song so you’d sing along?

So there’s a song for me

Well here we go

No time

No age

No lines on the page

Before a memory

We love you

And you know what we’re in it for

The glory of the chore

Ahh Ooh

We love you

And you know what we’re in it for

Ahh

And may we always grow

Like holy moly

Rolling down Mt. Slippery