Money (That's what I want) My guy Ain't too proud to beg Please Mr. Postman Signed, sealed, delivered Who's lovin you The tracks of my tears Dancing in the street The tears of a clown What's going on Stop! In the name of love Love is like a heat wave The way you do the things you do My girl Never can say goodbye Just my imagination ABC This old heart of mine I want you back Bernadette Baby love Ain't no mountain high enough War I heard it through the grapevine You can't hurry love Fingertips Reach out I'll be there You've really got a hold on me Needle in a haystack What becomes of the brokenhearted Money (That's what I want) My guy Ain't too proud to beg Please Mr. Postman Signed, sealed, delivered Who's lovin you The tracks of my tears Dancing in the street The tears of a clown What's going on Stop! In the name of love Love is like a heat wave The way you do the things you do My girl Never can say goodbye Just my imagination ABC This old heart of mine I want you back Bernadette Baby love Ain't no mountain high enough War I heard it through the grapevine You can't hurry love Fingertips Reach out I'll be there You've really got a hold on me Needle in a haystack What becomes of the brokenhearted
(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.
Money (That's what I want)
My guy
Ain't too proud to beg
Please Mr. Postman
Signed, sealed, delivered
Who's lovin you
The tracks of my tears
Dancing in the street
The tears of a clown
What's going on
Stop! In the name of love
Love is like a heat wave
The way you do the things you do
My girl
Never can say goodbye
Just my imagination
ABC
This old heart of mine
I want you back
Bernadette
Baby love
Ain't no mountain high enough
War
I heard it through the grapevine
You can't hurry love
Fingertips
Reach out I'll be there
You've really got a hold on me
Needle in a haystack
What becomes of the brokenhearted