Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's been dropped by made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I your tortures but there will be no confessions from me My are locked like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but not my fault
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed right I've mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
Where did the stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled Hugonots the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot And it in the hands of the nappy head
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the present Acquitted by my diction, my to the fabrication of the fiction
Never tell a lie, maybe just a little one But if you to point the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like pass the puck Paparazzi to drag me into the muck, what the?
I don't think so, I'll so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a a scriptures Script was written and I'm just an Try to through all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a but I'm sorry to find fault with the one's that came before me I it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you them an inch they'll take a light year