Bingo - Master's Breakout

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 mirrora lack of hairs

A light roomwhich 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



Bingo-master's breakout