Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands made of Blame bounces back and forth like a But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your but there will be no confessions from me My lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but not my fault
I heard the rumor had a Well, yes, it came on by my place but it right through I've mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you the ball like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it took a Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, approach the bench in the past but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction, my to the fabrication of the fiction
Never tell a lie, maybe just a little one But if you want to point the finger, the middle one I pass the puck Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi want to me into the muck, what the?
I don't think so, sing so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a stack a was written and I'm just an actor Try to pull through all the like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find with the one's that came before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you give them an inch take a light year