Skating around like me.
Well, not as good, of course,
'Cause I'm a professional, you see,
Not like that guy that I call Luke Icewalker,
Because he steps instead of glides,
And that woman's pretty good at twirling,
But she's figure skating, not like I,
I can skate right to my dad,
Without falling, it's not hard,
And I can fly across the ice,
Holding his hands while he skates backwards.
And I have an invention that might,
Make me the best anywhere,
Jets on my skates so I can go faster,
And jump over the slow-pokes over there.
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