Sold Out

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 hardwood floorboard

Slappin' them hands on the childhood headboard

Romance, sure, lord, I'm twenty 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

Sister 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

MC's 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

Because 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