I was going to auction my heart
On a sunday afternoon
I getter the people of the square
Food, drinks, chairs and baloons

The birds were quiet kind of gloomy
I tried some boozzes and video games
I even became a workaholic
But I couldn't manage the crane

I was going to auction my heart
But I dind't reach the minimum prize
So I thought that I just might
Make it a gran prize of a bingo