Lyrics

I tip-toed through the door about half past four this morning
And creeping to the bed, I got a crack on the head with no warning
Now you with your rolling pin
And my new bump just coming in
You keep me wondering why
You keep me searching for an alibi

You got me searching for an alibi
Some kind of story that you?re gonna buy
?Bout how it wasn?t me that got me high
Why do you always want to make me lie?
All said and done, I?m a pretty nice guy
Sometimes I wonder why I even try
All day long I just sit and sigh
Trying to think up some new alibi

I wonder what the other fellas think about my situation
I?ve got no helping hand to lend when they?re depending on their bad reputations
But if I stay out all night
And get a little too tight
They know, and so do I
You?ll have me cooking up some brand new alibi

You got me searching for an alibi
Some kind of story that you?re gonna buy
?Bout how it wasn?t me that got me high
Why do you always want to make me lie?
All said and done, I?m a pretty nice guy
Sometimes I wonder why I even try
All day long I just sit and sigh
Trying to think up some new alibi

Well I?m trying to think up some new ali-
Got to find me some kind of ali-
Lord, won?t you help me with one more alibi