When I jam my digits in your mouth You'll find an effect that lingers I'll leave you with a metallic taste For I've been cursed with goldfingers People often collect my used tissues For along with snot I blow Comes a stream of precious yellow metal From putting goldfingers up my nose Some fans gather to see the miracle The metal river when I cry But maybe I tear so much If I kept goldfingers out of my eye There was a time when I got rabies But oh! The frothy drips! I guess I shouldn't keep sucking On goldfingers with my lips My doodoo is not a waste product You can mine it if you dare You're likely to find golden nuggets From sticking goldfingers up in there And then there's my most important appendage They call it the golden log I guess it's obvious how I spend my spare time With goldfingers wrapped round my hog