40 Fingers

We've got 40 dirty, little fingers
 And they've got 40 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 middle
 (Punch it out!)
 If you've got a problem
 Punch it out!
 Take me to the chorus, go
 Little bones, little bones
 They want you to take us home
 Little bones, little bones
 They want you to feed me
 They want you to save me
 They're dressed in black and they know where they want you
 They want you to bring them bones
 (So if you can)
 Punch it out!
 If you've got a problem
 Punch it out!
 Take me to the chorus, go
 Little bones, little bones
 They want you to take us home
 (Yeah)
 Little bones, little bones
 They want you to feed me
 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...
 But 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...
 'Cause there's no one in charge here
 La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la...
 La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la...
 But 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...
 But that's 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...
 But that's impossible
 Why do you call yourself a man?
 La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la...