I was the
Bing, Batta bang,
nothing or no one could
bet me or over look me,
I had a nice tan,
great abb's,
and I got all the
girls I looked at,
Never thought one swift
hit to "my" handsome head
would be the thing
that gave "me"
my killer,
and the thing is,
he was me,
so my own body
killed the
Bing, Batta, Bang,
I could of been
selfish and refused
to die,
but I didn't want
to be remembered as
a selfish dude,
because no matter
what I did,
in one push of a button we all would die,
all, except, one,
and it wasn't the
Bing, Batta, Bang.