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 people across the room and I looked at his face and you know, quite a good looking face and I just said dude, your perspective on life sucks. He's got looks that books take pages to tell, he's got a face to make you fall on your knees, he's got money in the bank to thank and I guess you could think he's living at ease. Like lovers on the open shore, what's the matter when you're sitting there with so much on? What's the matter 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 hitting 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. 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 ax to grind? What's the matter while you're wondering what the hell to do? Are you 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 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 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. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys.