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