Pass The Buck

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 Huegonots

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

Papparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what the?

I don't think so I'll sing so you get the picture

I solemly 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 ones that came before me

I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here

But give them an inch they'll take a light year