"Fingers"
Fingers, they are master pieces
With fingers, I do my things easy
fingers are separate sticks in my hand
Yeah fingers, but I can use them like a band
Fingernails have their paint – oh, they're THOSE boys
Fingers call me seducely to their joys
But fingers of my own, I can put also in known sign
With stiff my middle-one I say opinion of mine
Fingers, how fast they find secret things
Fingers, what can I do without those pins
With fingers I can show my gal I like her so
My fingers can show her where I'd like to go
Fingers, those little things
With those innocent tools
I can think an' talk
show an' explore
With those innocent tools
I'd like to excite an' explode you
I mean YOU! My bunny!