Blame It on Me Fiddler's Green

You can't get inside our house, you look for the keys
You shiver with cold in the darkness, you cower and freeze
You can't get to work, ‘cause the new car is broken
The tires are flat and the trunk lid is open
Your boss, full of anger and rage, is gonna give you the sack

You're late for a date and you hurry to be there on time
You say it's because I'm so lazy, what a horrible crime
I'm a selfish old bastard stealing the hours
In days full of sun and in days full of showers
I slow you down, it's a shame – I'm on the wrong track

Blame it on me
It's all up to you
I'll shoulder the load. I confess. I profess
I swear it's all true
So blame it on me
Whatever will be
Wherever I'll be
Go on, blame it on me

I don't make a fortune. You say: "You can't cope with your life!"
My bank account is deep in the red, it's trouble and strife
I don't own a house, I got holes in my shoes
Looking at me just gives you the blues
I spend all my money on clobber and bottles of Jack