Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's been dropped by hands 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 lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but not my fault
I heard the rumor had a Well, yes, it on by my place but it passed right through I've mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it a walk Sailed Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it in the hands of the nappy head
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 fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well maybe just a one But if you want to point the finger, here's the one I pass the like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi to drag me into the muck, what the?
I don't think so, sing so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a stack a Script was written and I'm just an Try to pull all the bull like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the one's that before me I it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you give them an inch they'll take a year