There is an old tradition - a game we all can play. You start by

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 whiskey,
You grab your knife and pray
And spread apart your fingers
And this is what you say:

[Chorus]:

O-oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes "chap-chap-chap".
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.

No, you can't use a pencil! You cannot 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 ... fun!

[Chorus]:

O-oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes "chap-chap-chap".
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.
O-oh "chap-chap-chap-chap-chap-chap-chap",
I'm pickin' up the speed
And if I hit my fingers
Then my hand will start to bleed.