Bingo Madness

(This train is destined for all stations to High Barnet. Thank you.)

(Mind the gap)

(Like a moth to the flame)

Oh drawn by a multitude
Of different factors
What make this town my home

And God save the pisshead
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-man's land