The Knife Song
There's an old tradition
A game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey
You take your knife and pray
You spread out your fingers and this is what you say:
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop Chop Chop
If I miss the spaces between
my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's 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 cause it's so damn fun!
Oh! I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop Chop Chop
If I miss the spaces in between
My finger will come off
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about!
Oh! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
I'm picking up the speed
And if I hit my finger
Then my hand will start to bleed!
