Trick Bag-The Meters

Trick Bag - The Meters Twelve o' clock at night, you walk out the door. You told me baby, you were going to the drug-store. Well, in my mind, I knew you were lying; The drug-store closed at a quarter to nine. I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence, I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense. The way you've been acting is such a drag; You done put me in a trick-bag. When I come home, start an argument, Just to keep you from asking where my voodoo went. Peep out the front door, I hear the back door slam. I peek out of my window, somebody's taking it on the lam. I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence, I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense. The way you've been acting is such a drag; You done put me in a trick-bag. We had a fight, then you got mad; Got on the telephone, called your mom and dad. Dad said, "She's my daughter and I'm her pa, And you ain't nothing but a son-in-law." I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence, I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense. The way you've been acting is such a drag; You done put me in a trick-bag. Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah