There is an old tradition
A game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up
Then sharpening your blade.
You take a shot of whisky
You grab your knife and pray
You spread apart your fingers
And this is what you say:
Ooh I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the spaces in between
My fingers will come off
A game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up
Then sharpening your blade.
You take a shot of whisky
You grab your knife and pray
You spread apart your fingers
And this is what you say:
Ooh I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the spaces in between
My fingers will come off
Nine fingered Joe
Six fingered Pete
Eight fingered Mike
and Handless Jimmy