Wild Pointy Finger Songtext
von Hayes Carll

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
′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