Wild Pointy Finger

My wild pointy finger, it wags and it wiggles
 It's always serious, it never giggles
 And even when the rest of me is tryin' to get some sleep
 My wild pointy finger is out on the creep
 I got a wild pointy finger
 It points at the fever and accomplishments of man
 It points at all the problems that it don't understand
 It points at Parisians across the sea
 It points at anybody who thinks different than me
 If you're marching to your own drum or kneelin' in the news
 My wild pointy finger prob'ly pointin' right at you
 I got a wild pointy finger
 I got a wild pointy finger
 (I don't get it)
 I've got ten digits like most other people
 I can build the church but I can't hold the steeple
 Nine of them stand up and do exactly what I say
 But the one by the thumb, it just points all day
 I can't be a poet and I can't be a star
 I've got not eye for beauty and I never learned guitar
 You'll just be disappointed if you're waitin' around to see
 'Cause my wild pointy finger's never pointin' back at me
 I got a wild pointy finger
 I got a wild pointy finger
 I got a wild pointy finger
 I got a wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, wild pointy finger