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There's a place where the angels singAnd the grass is cut and everythingTheres a place where the sun always shinesTheres no waiting in lineThen theres Bingo City hey hey heyBingo City where the grass is cutSummer is my favorite monthSometimes on Sunday I forget to shaveI forget to shave ha ha haBingo City is my favorite stateSometimes I like to pretend thatI come from Bingo CityAnd sometimes I don'tI really don'tSo come on, come on, come on let's play a little bingoAt Bingo CityWe got tuxedo's and tattoo's for the occasionJust drive on down the roadIt's time for your operationThen there's Bingo CitySometimes I like to pretend thatI come from Bingo CityAnd sometimes I don'tHow come the priest always wins whenever we play From Letras Mania