Hallelujah Bingo


There was a farmer had a dog;
They lived beside a marshy bog,
And you might think this story’s kind of lame-o.
There was a B, an I, an N,
a G came next, an O to end:
There was a dog and Bingo was his name-o.
Was his name-o, was his name-o.
Was his name-o, Bingo was his name-o.
The farmer tilled his soil by hand
And though his plot was fallow land,
He worked and strove and got by on what came-o.
His yield decreased from year to year,
But still that dog retained good cheer.
A loyal companion, Bingo was his name-o.
Was his name-o, was his name-o.
Was his name-o, Bingo was his name-o.
The farmer pushed his weary bones
But could not keep up with his loans.
The bankers then decreed, “We shall reclaim-o.”
They sent their heavies to evict;
The farmer was struck down and kicked,
But Bingo stood beside him all the same-o.
Was his name-o, was his name-o.
Was his name-o, Bingo was his name-o.
The farmer and his dog grew old
Then Bingo passed one winter cold.
The farmer, left with nothing, drank some Drano.
My audience said, “Yeah, we should go.
“That was way too depressing for a comedy show.”
But no, they stayed and sang this sad refrain-o.
Sing it with me!
Was his name-o, was his name-o!
Was his name-o, Bingo was his name!
Was his name-o, was his name-o!
One, two, three, and!
B – I – N-G-O, B – I – N-G-O,
B – I – N-G-O and Bingo was his name-o!
Happy ending!

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