Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands made of bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock But give it back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your tortures but there will be no from me My lips are locked like Well you can call me San but it's not my fault
I heard the rumor had a Well, yes, it came on by my but it passed right through I've made mistake before, yes, I must be I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
did the buck stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy
I rise to my defense, counsel the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the tense Acquitted by my diction, my Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, maybe just a little one But if you to point the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi want to me into the muck, what the?
I think so, I'll sing so you get the picture I swear on a stack a scriptures was written and I'm just an actor Try to through all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a but I'm sorry 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 take a light year