There's an old tradition A game we all can play You start by getting liqueur up and sharpening your blade You take the shot of whiskey And gran your knife and pray And spread apart 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 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's it's all about! No you can't use a pencil, cannot you 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 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 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! 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!