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!