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Bingo - Lyrics


This train is for all stations to High Barnet, thank you

Mind the gap

Like a moth to the flame

Bingo

Oh, Drawn by a multitude, of different factors what make this town my home
And God save the p**s-head and thespian actor, relieved of everything they own

But look at me now; I'm curled up like a fat cat, kicked into Hell and back
So I throw in the towel, to a bouquet of laughter I'm rolling along the ground

Oh this town, cartwheels, tripping out of control again
Oh this town, balancing, falling off into no-mans-land

And old Mother Redcap, she pours out her heart but of all the tales she tells
The Kentiston cobbler, winks over my shoulder and bids me a fond farewell

But be forewarned, in Camden Town

Over and over and out

Oh this town, cartwheels, tripping out of control again
Oh this town, balancing, falling off into no-mans-land
Oh this clown, who expects, yeah, nothing from a nothing so
Just leave me to drown, in the tears of a very happy old man

Instrumental

Oh this town, cartwheels, tripping out of control again
Oh this town, balancing, falling off into no-mans-land
Well, this old clown, who expects nothing from a nothing so
Just leave me to drown, in the tears of... Bingo!

This train is for all stations to High Barnet, thank you

Did you notice...

As the song begins to fade out, you can hear voices yelling, an alarm, etc. The sounds are from Take It Or Leave It, when the band have to escape a skinhead mob.