My Friend's Finger

Ten loose fingers on the dresser
To whom do these belong
Gotta run around town
Looking for fingerless folk
Gotta right somebody else's wrong

Lost in a different part of town
No one seems to be missing any digits

Got these fingers
Yes I can
Return them to
Their rightful hand

Gotta meet up
With the very one
Who lost eight fingers
And two thumbs

Gotta meet with them
Very soon
Cuz these fingers
Are turning blue

Cross my fingers
And yours, too
That soon I'll get them
Back to you

Saw two eyes peering out
From beneath a sewer grate
Leaned in a little bit closer
Heard a spooky, scary voice tell me
Good evening, mate

I've been following you and watching you
From beneath these streets
Please give my fingers
Back to me

I placed the fingers on his open palm
And they began to sew themselves back on

Why'd you leave
These things behind
Your lucky someone else
Didn't find

He said because
He wants a friend
With a little
Time to spend

I guess that you've
Got one now
Let's go get
A drink downtown

But we hung
Underground instead
Needed help
Finding his head