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