Baby Batter Bingo

I was born and raised to be a tycoon
My mamma fed me with a golden spoon
I could've been born a slave, but I wasn't
I want a luxurious life, and who doesn't?

There's no such thing as the common good
Who's gonna stop me? You wish you could
The aristocracy is alive and well
The little people can go to hell

Baby batter bingo
My number won
Zygote blackjack
I got twenty-one
Chromosome roulette
God smiled on me
The chips are down
In the land of the free

Genetic lottery
I'm a winner!
Wheel of fortune
Where's my dinner?
You lost the game
Of sperm and egg
The best part of you
Ran down daddy's leg

This world wasn't built by magical elves
It's one against all, and all for themselves
We play to win, whatever the cost
We played hardball, and you lost

Freedom's just another word for money
We're having another Gilded Age, honey
Champagne and caviar by the boatload
Feeling triggered? Glue yourself to the road!

I won, I won, I won, I won, I won
I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won
I'm tired of winning

A rising tide lifts all boats
Cake gonna slide down their throats
Lower taxes gonna please us
Anti-vaxes, guns and Jesus

Sweet delight
Every night
Creamy white
Baby batter bingo


All music and lyrics by Chris Korda

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