Rumor has it that been a job botched That the been dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth a shuttlecock But give it back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor your tortures but there be no confessions from me My lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but not my fault
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed through made 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 Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to thrown like potato hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the present by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well maybe a little one But if you want to point the finger, here's the one I the puck like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi want to drag me the muck, what the?
I don't think so, I'll so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a a scriptures Script was 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 fault with the one's came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you give them an inch they'll take a light