First the guys)
It's not right to blame the guys who had the fights tonight
Let's blame the girls that love the guys that like to fight
And don't blame the guys who did the drugs tonight
Let's blame the girls who love the guys who live the druggy lives
(and now the girls)
It's not right to blame the girls who had the fights tonight
Let's blame the guys that love the girls that like to fight
And don't blame the girls who did the drugs tonight
Let's blame the guys who love the girls who live the druggy life
(and mom and dad)
Don't blame your daughter's downfall on her dancin
Don't blame your baby's binging on the bass bins
Blame the boredom, blame the basements
(jenny looks on the brightside
She said i never saw the sunrise before i met all you guys
And now i've done it on the d-line and bathed in all your basslines
And i still ain't died, or have i?)
Vampire fangs for bitin into cellophane bags
Wasted on red, white and blue and the american flag
And the maple leaf rag
You're the star of every single afterbar
The condescending host to the post-game interview
Blowin smoke in the post-show afterglow
Rubbin up against the radio
Yeah stranded on the couch with the super mario
And the papercut tounge from lickin on the centerfolds