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