Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth a shuttlecock But give it back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your tortures but there will be no from me My lips are locked 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 passed through I've made mistake before, yes, I must be I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Across the sea to Canada like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the 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 like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi to drag me into the muck, what the?
I think so, I'll sing so you get the picture I swear on a stack a scriptures Script was written and I'm an actor Try to through all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a 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 take a light year