There is an old tradition - a game we all can play. You start by getting liquored up And sharpening you blade, You take a shot of whiskey, You grab your knife and pray And spread apart your fingers And this is what you say:
[Chorus]:
O-oh, I have all my fingers, The knife goes "chap-chap-chap". If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers The blood will soon come out. But all the same I play this game 'Cause that's what it's all about.
No, you can't use a pencil! You cannot use a pen! The only way is with a knife, When danger is your friend. And some may call it stupid, Some may call it dumb... But all the same we play this game Because it's so damn fun!
[Chorus]:
O-oh, I have all my fingers, The knife goes "chap-chap-chap". If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers The blood will soon come out. But all the same I play this game 'Cause that's what it's all about. O-oh "chap-chap-chap-chap-chap-chap-chap", I'm pickin' up the speed And if I hit my fingers Then my hand will start to bleed.