Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces and forth like a shuttlecock But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your but there will be no confessions from me My lips are locked like Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I the rumor had a rendezvous Well, yes, it on by my place 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
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots Across the sea to thrown like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench 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 point the finger, the middle one I pass the puck like Lindros pass the Paparazzi want to drag me the muck, what the?
I don't 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 scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived But you give them an inch they'll take a year