Don’t you hate those songs where you can’t quite make out the words, and you end up decided what it “probably” is – and it bugs you until you work out the REAL lyrics ?
Well – Donna (and I) have been singing along to the Eskimo Joe – “Black Fingernails, Red Wine” :
“I don’t understand the point of fingers”
It certainly sounds a LOT like that anyway ! (what the ?!?)
Didn’t help that Frank Woodley pointed out those words, on Spicks & Specks – and haven’t been able to hear anything BUT that line !
Turns out we were wrong – not surprised. “Can you find out – it’s driving me crazy” said Donna – so a quick google search found these lyrics.
“All of us stand and point our fingers”
Next up – cheap wine, and a 3-legged goat…