Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's been dropped by hands made of Blame bounces back and forth a shuttlecock But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor tortures but there will be no confessions from me My lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I the rumor had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it right through I've made mistake before, yes, I must be I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, 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 by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, 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 solemnly on a stack a scriptures Script was written and I'm an actor Try to pull through all the like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the one's came before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you give them an inch they'll take a year