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 back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your tortures but there be no confessions from me My lips are locked vaults you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault
I heard the rumor had a Well, yes, it on by my place but it passed right through I've made before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
did the buck stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it in the hands of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the present by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well maybe just a one But if you to point the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like pass the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, the?
I don't 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 pull through all the bull a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm to find fault with the one's that came before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you give them an inch they'll take a light