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