To finger is a verb, but I’ve never liked the noun

They pushed me to the curb on primary school playground

They never made a noise, they never made a sound

Those 1980s boys would tease me with  their finger

TRIGGER, TRIGGER FINGER 

PULL THE TRIGGER FINGER

 

It wasn’t what they say, that used to make me frown

I used to hate the way,  in my face it up and down

It made me the school  joke, their finger made me clown

In The Shining, Danny spoke to Tony his middle finger

TRIGGER, TRIGGER FINGER 

PULL THE TRIGGER FINGER

 

Headmaster for the cane, he liked it - Mr Brown

to hear those boys in pain, whilst wearing cloak and gown

Escape and be alone, under the eiderdown

I’d run to Mum at home, hide somewhere after dinner

TRIGGER, TRIGGER FINGER 

PULL THE TRIGGER FINGER

 

Chirophobia is fear, of hands but haven’t found

A phobia that’s near to finger up and down

Now forty five years on, those boys run out of town

Those bullies long time gone but memories still linger

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TRIGGER, TRIGGER FINGER 

PULL THE TRIGGER FINGER

 

TRIGGER, TRIGGER FINGER 

GOES BANG THE TRIGGER FINGER