Two swans in front of his eyes
Coloured 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 si lence in his ears
All the numbers account for years,
checks the cards through eyes of tears
Bingo masters break out!
Bingo masters break out!
Bingo masters break out!
All he sees is a bag of chairs,
in the mirror a lack of head
A light brown which he fills out,
hear the players all shout
Bingo
Masters break out!
Bingo
Masters break out!
Bingo
Masters break out!
A glass of lager in his hand,
silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhymes,
one hundred bled faces pined
Bingo masters break out, bingo masters break out,
bingo masters break out
And came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holliday is faithful through
Players put it down to
Bingo
Masters break out
Bingo
Masters break out
Bingo
Masters break out
A hole 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,
BINGO
MASTERS
BREAK
OUT!