[Lyrics: 40% ChatGPT; 60% HackMan] [Verse 1] Monday night arrives and the chat begins to grow Brett stacks nine Bingo cards in a careful little row Hamilton cable fourteen humming through the feed Elliott strolls by wagging like a reed One happy sweep of his tail and the cards go to the floor Brett sighs, the chat laughs, we have seen this before [Pre-Chorus] The caller warms up with a voice that barely stirs A slow drifting monotone that never quite blurs [Chorus] Kiwanis Bingo on a Monday night Numbers rising through that leftover light Chain smoking grannies winning like they do While the Cult of Bud chants softly in the queue And we laugh in the chat when the screen shows O sixty nine too Kiwanis Bingo, nothing feels more true [Verse 2] Dabbers thump steady like raindrops on a tin Old ladies puffing clouds as they claim another win Jenimer in the Cult of Bud posts a hopeful cheer Kaye calls rigged for the seventh time this year [Pre-Chorus] The caller clears a throat that sounds half asleep Then drops another number in a tone carved deep [Chorus] Kiwanis Bingo on a Monday night Numbers rising through that leftover light Chain smoking grannies winning like they do While the Cult of Bud chants softly in the queue And we laugh in the chat when the screen shows O sixty nine too Kiwanis Bingo, nothing feels more true [Bridge] Elliott wanders back into frame once more Another tail swing sends cards to the floor Brett pauses mid sentence, the chat rolls on This is part of the ritual that keeps us drawn [Verse 3] Prizes stay modest, the humor stays warm The chaos and comfort form a quiet storm Hamilton Ontario making Ruth and Gertrude rich A cable classic drifting through the stream on Twitch [Final Chorus] Kiwanis Bingo on a Monday night Numbers rising through that leftover light Chain smoking grannies winning like they do The Cult of Bud ready for a breakthrough And we keep losing our focus when O sixty nine comes through Kiwanis Bingo, good to share it with you