| I was flicking through the channels on the TV
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| On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
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| Trying to piece together conversations
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| Trying to find out where to lay the blame
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| But when it comes right down to it there’s no use trying to pretend
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| For when it gets right down to it there’s no one here that’s left to blame
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| Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
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| We’re just sugar mice in the rain
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| I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards
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| Where you pay a quartr for a partnership in rhyme
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| To the jukbox crying in the corner
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| While the waitress is counting out the time
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| For when it comes right down to it there’s no use trying to pretend
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| For when it gets right down to it there’s no one really left to blame
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| Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
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| We’re just sugar mice in the rain
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| 'Cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
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| Daddy took a rain check
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| 'Cause I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
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| Daddy took a rain check, your daddy took a rain check
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| Ain’t no one in here that’s left to blame but me
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| Blame it on me, blame it on me
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| Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
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| When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone
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| Can’t you understand that the government left me out of work
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| I just couldn’t stand the looks on their faces saying, «What a jerk»
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| So if you want my address it’s number one at the end of the bar
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| Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
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| Blame it on me, blame it on me
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| Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a rain check |