40 Fingers - Starlight Mints

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…