Two swans in front of his eyes Colored balls in front of his eyes It's number one for his Kelly's eye Treble-six right over his eye
A big shot's voice in his ears Worlds of silence in his ears All the numbers account for years Checks the cards through eyes of tears
Bingo-Master's Breakout!
All he sees is the back of chairs In the mirror, a lack of hairs A light room, which he fills out Hear the players all shout
Bingo-Master's Breakout!
A glass of lager in his hand Silver microphone in his hand Wasting time in numbers and rhyme One hundred blank faces buy
Bingo-Master's Breakout!
Came the time he flipped his lid Came the time he flipped his lid Holiday in Spain fell through Players put it down to
Bingo-Master's Breakout
A hall full of cards left unfilled Ended his life with wine and pills There's a grave somewhere only partly filled A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads
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