Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands of blocks Blame bounces and forth like a shuttlecock But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor your tortures but there will be no from me My lips are locked vaults Well you can call me San but it's not my fault
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed right made mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
Where did the buck stop, it took a like Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown potato hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, counsel the bench in the past but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction, my to the fabrication of the fiction
Never a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle 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 swear on a stack a scriptures Script was written and I'm an actor Try to through all the bull like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to fault with the one's that came before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you give them an they'll take a light year