[Strophe 1]: 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: [Pre-refrain]: 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. [Strophe 2] 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! [Pre-refrain]: 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. [Refrain]: 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!