The Jackson Five Was a favorite of mine at the time (Don't blame it on the sunshine) The east-west village Is best when the jazz is light (Don't blame it on the moonlight) I played on the subway lines Number one and the nine, (Don't blame it on the good times) Strawberry Fields already had yielded the sign That Michael Jackson owned Beatles' rights Lights out, moved out of the big apple city Time out, no doubt, you know the drive was pretty obscene ‘Vert to Plan B, back home with family, Mechanicsville is misery Except for all o' that Andy's barbeque That you can chew, The misses of the fear knows,(?) the brunswick stew What do you do now that you're back in your room? And what are all the people gonna think of you ? Well I knew what I was gonna be at home to do, For the next three years waiting for my cue I'd be working on the songs for the whole world to sing And I been jerkin' you along to take a ride with me By brushin' up my scat and blues phat jazz chords Break dance pad on the hard wood floorboard Slappin' them hands on the child hood headboard Romance, sure, lord, I'm 20 years forlorn Born as a cancer child who could wail, man, Deliverin' the goods because my daddy is a mailman, Mommy was a banker, her only drank the sanka, Sista was a taker, so maybe we should thank her For stealin' the scene that helped me get it started, I think that all the genes that she absorbed was all retarded And maybe she's invested in me once or maybe twice But I guess that's best because it kinda broke the ice For us old clockin those janitorial nights I paid the price to rock nights for a life behind the mike MCs around me my best friends found me I never liked to be just another out of town G, Respectfully, see I'd be down on my knees Spellin' C-A-L-L-A-T-T Please please with the eva save-a-lot Because who's the boss is a show I crave a lot But you gotta take a break from the old school Gotta set a date with the real you And ya gotta stay away from all that new school too 'Cause there's a lot that you can say about the just plain truth Or consequences, they never will fool me I'm mixing up the sentences in case you want to do me I got one ready for your ass if you'll excuse me I'm Jason Mraz and I just plain blame it on the boogie I'm gonna blame it on the boogie I'm gonna blame it on the boogie Boogie boogie (Toca Rivera introduction) You're never gonna guess Where I've been been been And I have no regrets That I bet my whole checking account Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end Well you can only count on the road again We'll soon be on the radio dial And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style Like a band of gypsies on the highway while I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline drive Up the coast MC brag the most I'm pickin up my pace and makin' time like space ghost Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most I've got my cruise control on coast from Farmville to Memphis Graceland and grace fans (?) Little rock oklahoma city to the heartland of Texas Don't mess with the Lone Star, man My defenses can't rest, I can't handle the pan So it's off to the land of enchantment to camp it Albuquerque, Roswell, Santa Fe to stamp it Send a postcard just the way that I planned And say I'm on spring break because they won't understand That I'll never be back to the town of my mother Messing around with the sound that Virginia is for lovers Lover lover what what lover number one just made the cut Leavin' on the greyhound bus Oh baby leavin' on a jet plane Never knowing when it's gonna be back again San Diego is where I plan to stay Until I move to L.A....
The Jackson Five Was a favorite of mine at the time (Don't blame it on the sunshine) The east-west village Is best when the jazz is light (Don't blame it on the moonlight) I played on the subway lines Number one and the nine, (Don't blame it on the good times) Strawberry Fields already had yielded the sign That Michael Jackson owned Beatles' rights Lights out, moved out of the big apple city Time out, no doubt, you know the drive was pretty obscene ‘Vert to Plan B, back home with family, Mechanicsville is misery Except for all o' that Andy's barbeque That you can chew, The misses of the fear knows,(?) the brunswick stew What do you do now that you're back in your room? And what are all the people gonna think of you ? Well I knew what I was gonna be at home to do, For the next three years waiting for my cue I'd be working on the songs for the whole world to sing And I been jerkin' you along to take a ride with me By brushin' up my scat and blues phat jazz chords Break dance pad on the hard wood floorboard Slappin' them hands on the child hood headboard Romance, sure, lord, I'm 20 years forlorn Born as a cancer child who could wail, man, Deliverin' the goods because my daddy is a mailman, Mommy was a banker, her only drank the sanka, Sista was a taker, so maybe we should thank her For stealin' the scene that helped me get it started, I think that all the genes that she absorbed was all retarded And maybe she's invested in me once or maybe twice But I guess that's best because it kinda broke the ice For us old clockin those janitorial nights I paid the price to rock nights for a life behind the mike MCs around me my best friends found me I never liked to be just another out of town G, Respectfully, see I'd be down on my knees Spellin' C-A-L-L-A-T-T Please please with the eva save-a-lot Because who's the boss is a show I crave a lot But you gotta take a break from the old school Gotta set a date with the real you And ya gotta stay away from all that new school too 'Cause there's a lot that you can say about the just plain truth Or consequences, they never will fool me I'm mixing up the sentences in case you want to do me I got one ready for your ass if you'll excuse me I'm Jason Mraz and I just plain blame it on the boogie I'm gonna blame it on the boogie I'm gonna blame it on the boogie Boogie boogie (Toca Rivera introduction) You're never gonna guess Where I've been been been And I have no regrets That I bet my whole checking account Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end Well you can only count on the road again We'll soon be on the radio dial And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style Like a band of gypsies on the highway while I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline drive Up the coast MC brag the most I'm pickin up my pace and makin' time like space ghost Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most I've got my cruise control on coast from Farmville to Memphis Graceland and grace fans (?) Little rock oklahoma city to the heartland of Texas Don't mess with the Lone Star, man My defenses can't rest, I can't handle the pan So it's off to the land of enchantment to camp it Albuquerque, Roswell, Santa Fe to stamp it Send a postcard just the way that I planned And say I'm on spring break because they won't understand That I'll never be back to the town of my mother Messing around with the sound that Virginia is for lovers Lover lover what what lover number one just made the cut Leavin' on the greyhound bus Oh baby leavin' on a jet plane Never knowing when it's gonna be back again San Diego is where I plan to stay Until I move to L.A....
