Paper, rocks, scissors, paper, rocks, scissors.

Thought I had 'em, when indeed I looked,
Now his hand's in sight, once again mistook.
It's based on some paper, and a pair of shears,
And a piece of rock,
What your hand can be is paper, rocks, scissors,
Paper, rocks, scissors.

You can play for money, all you need's your hand,
Make a pair of knives with two fingers spanned.
There's one for working like a piece of shale,
When you need a rock,
It is one of three of paper, rocks, scissors,
Paper, rocks, scissors.

Like some paper pages with your hand you do,
You can cover rock hiding it from view.
But the shears are stronger like a nail in tire,
It will tear it down,
'Cause it's made to be a paper stack dicer.
Paper stack dicer.

You can dull the scissors with a rock alright,
Every piece is chillin' out one other side.
It gets burned or burns it since it has no peer,
One will always break,
When you match 'em off with paper, rocks, scissors,
Paper, rocks, scissors.

Paper, rocks, scissors, paper, rocks, scissors.
Paper, rocks, scissors, paper, rocks, scissors.
Paper, rocks, scissors, paper, rocks, scissors.
Paper, rocks, scissors, paper, rocks, scissors.
Paper, rocks, scissors...