Paroles de The King Of Wingo

Long ago, in a bucket of mud There was a newborn cell that was hungry for blood It was conflicted by two contrary hearts And it divided into constituent parts Then they conflicted some more Then the two became four Then there were eight on the scene And the little one screamed I am the King of Wingo The King of Wingo Yes, I'm the King of Wingo The King of Wingo I am the King of Wingo The King of Wingo Yes, I'm the King of Wingo The King of Wingo I run the mud I get the blood I have the hearts I am the parts I run the mud