Mr. Bingo
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Mr. Bingo
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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
I guess it's plain to see
You got the midas touch
Thank you, Mr. Bingo
Thank you very much
Get your hands off her
Thank you, Mr. Bingo
Thank you very much
I guess it's plain to see
You got the midas touch
Thank you, Mr. Bingo
Thank you very much
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