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