he saved me from slipping with his vigilance,
could have sprained my ankle, lost the knee of my pants
he was stood outside a restroom , just washed by the cleaning crew
hes small and yellow, made in China, probably racist to call him Mister Loo
hes guarding our welfare, right up and down the land
our friend the little yellow slippage warning man
spillage in the aisle, and the floor is soiled, a jar of Dolmio came tumbling down
sauce and broken glass, will percolate your ass, have you howling and rolling around
with people in peril, hes there in a whirl, with his brothers by his side
with his unsleeping stare, he says caution beware, watch you don't slip and slide
hes guarding our welfare right up and down the land
our friend the little yellow slippage warning man
one day as i was passing, i spied a sad sight
the little man was on his back, things were just not right
if his little plastic mouth, could express some sentiment
it would be letting down the public, and his embarrassment
a slippage warning man should not go down, is probably what he'd say
banish me or melt me down, for it seems I've had my day
saved people from broken bones, and hard to wash out stains
but a slippage guard who falls over, will never work again
i never did see him again, stand outside the jacks
but i always defend him, and give mitigating facts
the last i heard he's hanging round, with run over traffic cones
swapping tales of past glories, at least he's not alone
once he guarded our welfare, right up and down the land
our friend the little yellow slippage warning man
