Rumor has it that been a job botched That the ball's been by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor your but there will be no confessions from me My are locked like vaults Well you can call me San but it's not my fault
I the rumor had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it right through I've mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it a walk Sailed Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to thrown like potato hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the present Acquitted by my diction, my to the fabrication of the fiction
Never tell a lie, well just a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck Lindros pass the puck want 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 stack a was written and I'm just an actor Try to pull all the bull like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you give them an inch they'll a light year