The lilting song of a soprano The bumpy, right underside The honeyed, candy-like after-taste The tree was a giant blocking my way Education is your ticket to success The delightfully sweet aroma The sun was a spotlight on my face Her binder was as heavy as a brick His hair was as red as the camp fire The slimy, sticky surface of the eel That kid has ants in his pants The sour, bitter lemon The wind whispered in my ear The waves bid me goodbye That just came out of the blue He has a chip in his shoulder What a gorgeous hat you are wearing His fingers danced across the page That car costs a bazillion dollars The sun was like a beacon of hope His is a witty guy I have a million things do to today The sharp, pungent stench A resounding thunder of shouts The lilting song of a soprano The bumpy, right underside The honeyed, candy-like after-taste The tree was a giant blocking my way Education is your ticket to success The delightfully sweet aroma The sun was a spotlight on my face Her binder was as heavy as a brick His hair was as red as the camp fire The slimy, sticky surface of the eel That kid has ants in his pants The sour, bitter lemon The wind whispered in my ear The waves bid me goodbye That just came out of the blue He has a chip in his shoulder What a gorgeous hat you are wearing His fingers danced across the page That car costs a bazillion dollars The sun was like a beacon of hope His is a witty guy I have a million things do to today The sharp, pungent stench A resounding thunder of shouts
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
The lilting song of a soprano
The bumpy, right underside
The honeyed, candy-like after-taste
The tree was a giant blocking my way
Education is your ticket to success
The delightfully sweet aroma
The sun was a spotlight on my face
Her binder was as heavy as a brick
His hair was as red as the camp fire
The slimy, sticky surface of the eel
That kid has ants in his pants
The sour, bitter lemon
The wind whispered in my ear
The waves bid me goodbye
That just came out of the blue
He has a chip in his shoulder
What a gorgeous hat you are wearing
His fingers danced across the page
That car costs a bazillion dollars
The sun was like a beacon of hope
His is a witty guy
I have a million things do to today
The sharp, pungent stench
A resounding thunder of shouts