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Finn Arild - Betting Your Ass on a Donkey lyrics
Harold the gambler, one addicted I would claim. Fortuna she had yet to make him fat. In a town by the desert with unpronouncable name, donkeys were the game. A woman had a “sure tip”, she had only one eye, and somehow this to him inspired trust. Wagering all his assets on donkey number nine, this was bottom line. But he was sure it would all be fine. All the bets are on. Donkeys in the pit. Riders climbing up. Waiting for the gate. Go nine - go, go nine ... His face struck with disbelief, his eyes filled with tears, as all of his possessions - vanished - in thin air. He bet the right number, but in the wrong race. With no money left, no credit to his name - suddenly a man appeared, compassion in his face. He said: “You know there are ways. If you need to borrow money, you’re a handsome young man, so how you want to pay can be your choice. You can pay me back the cash, or I think you understand what I have in mind. I will try to be very kind.” All the bets are on. Donkeys in the pit. Riders climbing up. Waiting for the gate. Go nine - go, go nine ... His face struck with disbelief, his eyes filled with tears as his virginity - vanished - in thin air |
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