Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces and forth like a shuttlecock But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor tortures but there will be no confessions from me My are locked like vaults you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault
I heard the rumor had a Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed through I've made mistake before, yes, I be fair I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it took a like Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada like potato hot And it in the hands of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the Relaxed in the past but I'm in the tense Acquitted by my diction, my Appeals to the fabrication of the
tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like Lindros pass the Paparazzi to drag me into the muck, what the?
I don't so, I'll sing 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 bull like a
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the one's that came me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived But you give them an inch they'll take a light