There is an old tradition

A game we all can play

It starts by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade

You take a shot of whiskey and grab your knife and pray

And spread apart your fingers

Then this 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 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

Can aren't 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 d**n 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

I'm picking up the speed

And if I hit my fingers

Then my hand will start to bleed