Mr. Bingo
Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuhooooooowoooo
Your eyes are gettin' glassy
Your tongue is hangin' loose
I guess you just found out
Where the chicken comes to roost
Lookin' for some panic
I guess you got the goods
Like a starving pack of wolves
Runnin' through the woods
Runnin' through the woods
Thank you, Mr. Bingo
Fuck you very much
I guess it's plain to see
You got the Midas touch
I know you're sayin' something
No I don't know what
I look into your eyes
Another door slams shut
Another door slams shut
Thank you, Mr. Bingo
Fuck you very much
Get your hands off her