 (originally by Jamie Foxx)
Artie:
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Ay, she say she usually don't
But I know that she front
Cause shawty know what she want
But she don't wanna seem like she's easy
Puck:
I ain't saying what you won't do
But you know we probably gonna do
What you been feenin' deep inside
Don't lie now
Mercedes:
Boy what you drinking?
Gonna let sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking
We can
See where we can be if we press fast forward
(Santana: uh)
Just one more round and you're down, I know it
(Santana: uh-yay)
Artie:
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt what?
You don't even care now
I was unaware how fine you was before my buzz set in
Before my buzz set in
[Chorus:]
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue top, got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Artie:
Ooh see
She spilled some drink on me
And now I'm knowing she's tipsy
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I'm gonna do
Baby I would rather show you
What you been missing in your life when I get inside.
Mercedes:
Boy what you drinking?
Gonna let sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking
We can
See where we can be if we press fast forward
(Santana: uh)
Just one more round and you're down I know it
(Mercedes: oh-oh-oh-yea)
Artie:
Fill another cup up
Feelin on yout butt what?
You don't even care now
I was unaware how fine
You was before my buzz set in
Bfore my buzz set in
All:
Blame it on the goose, got you feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue top, got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Artie & Mercedes:
Now to the ballas poppin' bottles
With their henny in their cups
Screaming money ain't a thing
If it ain't throw it up in the sky (in the sky)
And hold your dranks up high (up high)
Puck & Santana:
And to my independent mamas
Who can buy their own bottles
If you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla
Tell them bye (bye)
Hold your drinks up high (high)
All:
Blame it on the goose, got you feelin' loose
Blame it on the 'tron, got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue top, got you feelin' dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.
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