So I was sitting there in the bar, and this guy came up to me, and he said,my life stinks, and I saw his gold credit card, and I saw the way that he was looking at peopleacross the room, and I looked at his face, and you know, quite a good-looking face, andI just said, dude, your perspective on life sucks.Your perspective on life sucks.While you're wondering what the hell to be, are you wishing you were rugged like me?Blame it on the girls who know what to do.Blame it on the boys who keep living on you.Blame it on your mother for the things she said.Blame it on your father, but you know he's 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 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 or a stubborn child, what's the matter?Always looking for an axe to grind.What's the matter?While you're wondering what the hell to do, we wish and we were lucky like you.Blame it on the boys.Blame it on the girls who know what to do.Blame it on the boys who keep living on you.Blame it on your mother for the things she said.Blame it on your father, but you know he's 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 boys Blame it on the girlsBlame it on the boysHe's got a looks that books take pages to tellHe's got a face to make you fall on your kneesHe's got money in the bank to thinkAnd I guess you could think he's living at easeBlame it on the girls who know what to doBlame it on the boys who keep living on youBlame it on your mother for the things she saidBlame it on your father but you know he's deadBlame it on the girlsBlame it on the boysBlame it on the girlsBlame it on the boysBlame it on the girlsBlame it on the boysBlame it on the girlsBlame it on the boys