There is an old tradition, a game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up, and sharpening your blade
You takea shot of whiskey,your grab 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, the blood will soon come out
But all the same, I play this game, cause thats what its all about!

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!

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 thats what its all about!
Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
Im picking up the speed,
And If I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed