Ain't Trick, Irene - text

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 joke

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