G     C
There is an old tradition
                  G
A game we all can play
                                                     C
You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade

You take a shot of whiskey
                        F
You grab your knife and pray
                      C
And spread apart your fingers
     G               C
And this is what you say

G   C                                               G
Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.
                                                      C
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.
                                              G
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out.
                                                               C
But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.

C
No, you can't use a pencil
                  G
You can not use a pen
                                                 C
The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend

And some may call it stupid
                  F
Some may call it dumb
                    C
But all the same we play this game
  G                  C
Because it's so damn fun


G   C                                               G
Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop.
                                                      C
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.
                                              G
And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.
                                                               C
But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about.

Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
                   G
I'm picking up the speed,
                                                   C
and If I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed.