[strophe 1]:
there is an old tadition,
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!
(Dank an Felix Bergbauer für den Text)