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Two swans in front of his eyesColored balls in front of his eyesIt’s number one for his kelly’s eyeTreble-six right over his eyeA big shot’s voice in his earsWorlds of silence in his earsAll the numbers account for yearsChecks the cards through eyes of tearsBingo-master’s breakout!All he sees is the back of chairsIn the mirror, a lack of hairsA light room, which he fills outHear the players all shoutBingo-master’s breakout!A glass of lager in his handSilver microphone in his handWasting time in numbers and rhymeOne hundred blank faces buyBingo-master’s breakout!Came the time he flipped his lidCame the time he flipped his lidHoliday in spain fell throughPlayers put it down toBingo-master’s breakoutA hall full of cards left unfilledEnded his life with wine and pillsThere’s a grave somewhere only partly filledA sign in a graveyard on a hill readsBingo-master’s breakout