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There is 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 grab your knife and pray
And spread apart your fingers, 
And that is what you say:


Oh! 
I have all my fingers, 
The knife goes chop! Chop! Chop! 
If I miss the spaces in 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 it's all about.


No, you can't use a pencil! 
You can not 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! 


Oh! 
I have all my fingers, 
The knife goes chop! Chop! Chop! 
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.


Oh! 
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! 
I'm picking up the speed.
And if I hit my fingers
Then my hand will start to bleed!


Song by: rusty cage on YouTube