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 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