Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's been dropped by made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a But give it back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I your tortures but there will be no confessions from me My lips are locked like 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 right through made mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you the ball like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it took a Sailed like Argonauts, fled Hugonots Across the sea to Canada like potato hot And it in the hands of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, approach the bench Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction, my to the fabrication of the fiction
Never tell a lie, maybe just a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like Lindros the puck Paparazzi want to me into the muck, what the?
I think 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 through all the bull like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault the one's that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived But you give them an inch they'll take a year