Rumor has it that been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by made of blocks Blame back and forth like a shuttlecock But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be 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 rumor had a Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed right I've made mistake before, yes, I must be I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy
I rise to my defense, counsel the bench Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well maybe just a 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 into the muck, the?
I think so, I'll sing so you get the picture I swear on a stack a scriptures Script was and I'm just an actor Try to pull all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the that came before me I it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you them an inch they'll take a light year