So I was sitting there in the bar
And this guy comes up to me
And he said "My life stinks"
And I saw his gold credit card
And I saw the way he was looking at people across the room
And I looked at his face and you know,
What 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 livin' at ease

Like lovers on the open shore -- what's the matter
When you're sitting there with so much more -- what's the matter
While you're wondering what the hell to be
Are you wishing you were ugly 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 you're 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 were 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

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

Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys