People don’t you look at me that way.
The situation here’s no fault of mine.
You’re looking for the easiest way out.
You say it’s not your fault to ease your troubled mind.

Perhaps you lack responsibility,
Or you’re desperate for a reputable name.
Perhaps you’re just too proud to offer an apology,
But what you do is what you do it’s all the same.

So blame it on the doctor if you ever fall ill,
Or blame it on the heavens if you’re going someplace else.
Blame it on your enemies. Blame it on your friends.
Blame it on the wind.

Woman told me long, long time ago,
That he who throws the dirt will lose his ground.
So while you brush the scum off the bottom of your shoes,
man don’t you know you’re just digging yourself down.

So blame it on the restaurant, if you find you’re overweight,
Or blame that old alarm clock if you ever wake up late.
Blame it on me. Blame it on them. Blame it on the wind.

So blame it on your lover if you forget your goodbye kiss,
Or blame it on the pitcher if you ever swing and miss.
Blame it on humanity, the women and the men.

Blame it on the, blame it on the, blame it on the wind.