All the bunkmates sing,
on the long song runs.
They sing it line by line—
yeah, they’re having such a fun time.

It is an accretive spiel
that’s chanted by the ranks
by the fireside after sunny
time has said, “Bye-bye, and thanks!”

They will not stop till they get to the final
letter and they have sung it all.
Canine in question’s sobriquet’s BINGO—
start with B in the singsong squall.

So they start with B, then move to I,
after these two letters are sung, well then an N goes.
Next are G and O applied,
and the mutt song brings them the sobriquet BINGO.

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Just about a mile
down the road are lots of lights seen.
A game of letters and numbers
is played in that bright scene.
The cash that’s amassed from gambling that goes on…
kinda like a tithe to those who do the mass wail
and tell you ’bout transubstantiation,
after which they go for some altar-boy tail.

It’s for charity a chance you buy
a place at the table, after which the wheel spin goes
B, N, G, O, or I
will come up while you binge on sacrament bingo.