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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 Songtexte'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 Aus Songtexte Mania