hes got looks that books
take pages to tell
hes got a face to make
you fall on your knees
hes got money in the
bank to thank and i guess
you could think hes livin at ease

like lovers of the good
book show -- whats the matter
when youre certain there
is so much more -- whats the matter
while youre wondering
what the hell to do
are you wishing you were
ugly like me?

blame it on the girls
who know what to do
blame it on the boys
who keep hitting on you
blame it on your mother
for the things she said
blame it on your father
but you know hes dead

blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys
blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys

life could be simple
but you never fail
to complicate it every single time
you could have children
and a wife, a perfect little life
but you blow it on a bottle of wine

like a baby youre a stubborn
child -- whats the matter
always looking for an
axe to grind -- whats the matter
while youre wondering
what the hell to do
we were wishing we were
lucky like you

blame it on the girls
who know what to do
blame it on the boys
who keep hitting on you
blame it on your mother
for the things she said
blame it on your father
but you know hes dead

blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys
blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys

blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys
blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys

hes got looks that books
take pages to tell
hes got a face to make
you fall on your knees
hes got money in the
bank to thank and i guess
you could think hes livin at ease

blame it on the girls
who know what to do
blame it on the boys
who keep hitting on you
blame it on your mother
for the things she said
blame it on your father
but you know hes dead

blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys
blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys

blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys
blame it on the girls
blame it on the boys