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.