Rumor has it that there's been a job botched, That the ball's been dropped by hands made of locks Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock, But give it back to me and it gets ill got, oh no You must be mistaken, I have all your children But there will be no confessions from me, My lips are locked like vaults, But you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault, I heard the rumor had a rendezvous, Well yes it came right by my place but it passed right through, I've made mistakes before yes I must be fair, I swear I saw you drop the ball like that New Years Times Square, Where did the ball drop it took a walk, Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Huguenots, Across the sea to Canada from my potato, hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy head
I rise to my defense council, approach the bench Relax to the past, but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the fiction, Never tell a lie, well maybe just a little one, But if you wanna point a finger, here's the middle one, I pass the buck like Lindros pass the puck, Paparazzi, wanna drag me into the muck, what the! I don't think so I, I sink so you'll get the picture I saw Louise swear on a stack of scriptures Scrip was written and I'm just an actor Tryin to pull through all the bull like a tractor Attractive as a scapegoat, but I'm sorry Have to find fault in the folks that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you give them an inch, it will take a light year
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