Rumor has it that there's been a job botched   That the ball's been dropped by hands made of blocks   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 abhor your tortures but there will be no confessions from me   My lips are locked like vaults   Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault      I heard the rumor had a rendezvous   Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed right through   I've made mistake before, yes, I must be fair   I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Times Square      Where did the buck stop, it took a walk   Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Hugonots   Across the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot   And it lands in the hands of the nappy head      I rise to my defense, counsel approach the bench   Relaxed in 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 want to point the finger, here's the middle one   I pass the puck like Lindros pass the puck   Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what the?      I don't think so, I'll sing so you get the picture   I solemnly swear on a stack a scriptures   Script was written and I'm just an actor   Try to pull through all the bull like a tractor      Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm sorry   Have to find fault with the one's that came before me   I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here   But you give them an inch they'll take a light year