Blame It on Me

You can't get inside our house, you look for the keys

You shiver with cold in the darkness, you cower and freeze

You can't get to work 'cause the new car is broken

The tires are flat and the trunk lid is open

Your boss, full of anger and rage, is gonna give you the sack

You're late for a date and you hurry to be there on time

You say it's because I'm so lazy, what a horrible crime

I'm a selfish old bastard stealing the hours

In days full of sun and in days full of showers

I slow you down, it's a shame, I'm on the wrong track

Blame it on me

It's all up to you

I'll shoulder the load. I confess. I profess, I swear it's all true

So blame it on me

Whatever will be

Wherever I'll be

Go on, blame it on me

I don't make a fortune - you say: You can't cope with your life!

My bank account's deep in the red, it's trouble and strife

I don't own a house, got holes in my shoes

Looking at me just gives you the blues

I spend all my money on clobber and bottles of Jack

I got some mushrooms and herbs, I know where they grow

I cooked them at home just for you, bitch, a fine meal to go

And a few hours later, you're feeling quite bad

You're ringing me up and I feel so sad

The connection is lost and I know, you'll never call back

I don't make a fortune. You say: You can't cope with your life!

My bank account's deep in the red, it's trouble and strife

I don 't own a house, don't have any shares

The bailiff took all our tables and chairs

I spend all my money on clobber and bottles of Jack!

I don't make a fortune. You say: You can't cope with your life!

My bank account's deep in the red, it's trouble and strife

I don't own a house, got holes in my shoes

Looking at me just gives you the blues.

I spend all my money on clobber and bottles of Jack!