it ain't trick when you're on banquet and drunk friend is sleeping like dead to put his leg in the plaster cast and take away his ID and cash it ain't trick my dear Irene to put unconscious friend into a train with fake ticket from some wierd place and send him to other city in south-west
it ain't trick to return to banquet laugh about your blind drunk friend how he's sittin' on the station with no idea what's going on the trick is when after five days of wandering he'll come to your place hungry, dirty, shaggy and broke to tell him it was only a jokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.