Tekst piosenki
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 mirror, a lack of hairs A light room, which 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
