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There is an old tradition
A game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up
And sharpening you blade
You take a shot of whisky
You 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
Blood will soon come out
But all the same I play this game
Cause that's what it's 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 you friend
And some may call it stupid
Some may call it dumb
But all the same we play this game
Because it's do 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 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 fingers
Then my hand will start to bleed

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