Minor jazz 120 BPM. With a swing.
Oooohhhhhh.
My finger's on fire.
Cause I got it much higher.
Up my nose.
Than never before.
And it went into the flame.
Of that lame old brain of mine.
So now I'm Cryin 'cause.
My finger's on fire.

Oh, why do I go meddling.
Where fingers ain't s'posed to go.
Why don't I take a hint.
And blow.
I would have used a tissue.
But that would have been a waste.
'Cause I was hungry and.
Like how booggers taste.

But thanks to last night's curry
My finger's on fire.
Graham




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