Lyrics: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 ones 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 own the mud, I've got the blood
I have a heart, I am the blood
I own the mud