40 Fingers Songtext
von Starlight Mints

We′ve got forty dirty little fingers
And they've got forty filthies on their mind
They will say the things that make you shiver
In the summertime, they will pick at your mind
They′ve got cat's eyes, grace on the menu

Punch it out if you've got a problem
Punch it out, sing me to the chorus, girl

Little bones, little bones, they want you to take us home
Little bones, little bones, they want you to feed me (oh, oh)
Don′t you sing, girl

They′re dressed in black, and they know where they want you
They want you to bring them bones (oh, oh)
So if you got

Punch it out if you've got a problem
Punch it out, sing me to the chorus, girl


Little bones, little bones, they want you to take us home (yeah)
Little bones, little bones, they want you to feed me (oh)
So give me what you can

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
If that′s impossible, how can you call yourself a man?
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la
Because there's no one in charge here
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
If that′s impossible, get out of your car and be a man
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
If that is impossible, how can you call yourself a man?

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
If that's impossible, why do you call yourself a man?
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la