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