1)
Someone rouse the campsite, Security is here,
Along with local cops and FBI
Somebody make some coffee, get the feds another beer,
We know that they will finally get their guy,
(Chorus)
But it wasn't my fault, No it wasn't my fault,
It wasn't my fault, Blame Kane!
No I swear I didn't do it!
That's my line, I'm sticking to it
No it wasn't my fault, blame Kane!
2)
Duke Sir John the Screaming Mad Celt,
The "quick" man with the White belt.
Has got himself a very angry swan!
But I swear it wasn't I!
I have a perfect Alibi
I was drinking with the king all evening long!
(Chorus)
There were more verses But I have deleted them under threat of death, pain, dismemberment, torture and tickling.