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 to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your tortures but there will be no from me My lips are locked like you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed through I've made before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown potato hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the in the past but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction, my Appeals to the of the fiction
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 think so, I'll sing so you get the I swear on a stack a scriptures Script was and I'm just an actor Try to pull all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the one's that before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you give them an inch they'll take a light