Bingo City

Theres a place where the angels sing
And the grass is cut and everything
Theres a place where the sun always shines
Theres no waiting in line
Then theres Bingo City hey hey hey
Bingo City where the grass is cut
Summer is my favorite month
Sometimes on Sunday I forget to shave
I forget to shave ha ha ha
Bingo City is my favorite state
Sometimes I like to pretend that
I come from Bingo City
And sometimes I don’t
I really don’t
So come on, come on, come on let’s play a little bingo
At Bingo City
We got tuxedo’s and tattoo’s for the occasion
Just drive on down the road
It’s time for your operation
Then there’s Bingo City
Sometimes I like to pretend that
I come from Bingo City
And sometimes I don’t
How come the priest always wins whenever we play