| 歌曲 | Sold Out |
| 歌手 | Jason Mraz |
| 专辑 | Sold Out (In Stereo) |
| The Jackson Five | |
| Was a favorite of mine at the time | |
| (Don't blame it on the sunshine) | |
| The east-west village | |
| Is best when the jazz is light | |
| (Don't blame it on the moonlight) | |
| I played on the subway lines | |
| Number one and the nine, | |
| (Don't blame it on the good times) | |
| Strawberry Fields already had yielded the sign | |
| That Michael Jackson owned Beatles' rights | |
| Lights out, moved out of the big apple city | |
| Time out, no doubt, you know the drive was pretty obscene | |
| ‘Vert to Plan B, back home with family, | |
| Mechanicsville is misery | |
| Except for all o' that Andy's barbeque | |
| That you can chew, | |
| The misses of the fear knows,(?) the brunswick stew | |
| What do you do now that you're back in your room? | |
| And what are all the people gonna think of you ? | |
| Well I knew what I was gonna be at home to do, | |
| For the next three years waiting for my cue | |
| I'd be working on the songs for the whole world to sing | |
| And I been jerkin' you along to take a ride with me | |
| By brushin' up my scat and blues phat jazz chords | |
| Break dance pad on the hard wood floorboard | |
| Slappin' them hands on the child hood headboard | |
| Romance, sure, lord, I'm 20 years forlorn | |
| Born as a cancer child who could wail, man, | |
| Deliverin' the goods because my daddy is a mailman, | |
| Mommy was a banker, her only drank the sanka, | |
| Sista was a taker, so maybe we should thank her | |
| For stealin' the scene that helped me get it started, | |
| I think that all the genes that she absorbed was all retarded | |
| And maybe she's invested in me once or maybe twice | |
| But I guess that's best because it kinda broke the ice | |
| For us old clockin those janitorial nights | |
| I paid the price to rock nights for a life behind the mike | |
| MCs around me my best friends found me | |
| I never liked to be just another out of town G, | |
| Respectfully, see I'd be down on my knees | |
| Spellin' C-A-L-L-A-T-T | |
| Please please with the eva save-a-lot | |
| Because who's the boss is a show I crave a lot | |
| But you gotta take a break from the old school | |
| Gotta set a date with the real you | |
| And ya gotta stay away from all that new school too | |
| 'Cause there's a lot that you can say about the just plain truth | |
| Or consequences, they never will fool me | |
| I'm mixing up the sentences in case you want to do me | |
| I got one ready for your ass if you'll excuse me | |
| I'm Jason Mraz and I just plain blame it on the boogie | |
| I'm gonna blame it on the boogie | |
| I'm gonna blame it on the boogie | |
| Boogie boogie | |
| (Toca Rivera introduction) | |
| You're never gonna guess | |
| Where I've been been been | |
| And I have no regrets | |
| That I bet my whole checking account | |
| Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end | |
| Well you can only count on the road again | |
| We'll soon be on the radio dial | |
| And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style | |
| Like a band of gypsies on the highway while | |
| I'm one man pushin' on the California skyline drive | |
| Up the coast MC brag the most | |
| I'm pickin up my pace and makin' time like space ghost | |
| Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most | |
| I've got my cruise control on coast from Farmville to Memphis | |
| Graceland and grace fans (?) | |
| Little rock oklahoma city to the heartland of Texas | |
| Don't mess with the Lone Star, man | |
| My defenses can't rest, I can't handle the pan | |
| So it's off to the land of enchantment to camp it | |
| Albuquerque, Roswell, Santa Fe to stamp it | |
| Send a postcard just the way that I planned | |
| And say I'm on spring break because they won't understand | |
| That I'll never be back to the town of my mother | |
| Messing around with the sound that Virginia is for lovers | |
| Lover lover what what lover number one just made the cut | |
| Leavin' on the greyhound bus | |
| Oh baby leavin' on a jet plane | |
| Never knowing when it's gonna be back again | |
| San Diego is where I plan to stay | |
| Until I move to L.A.... |
| The Jackson Five | |
| Was a favorite of mine at the time | |
| Don' t blame it on the sunshine | |
| The eastwest village | |
| Is best when the jazz is light | |
| Don' t blame it on the moonlight | |
| I played on the subway lines | |
| Number one and the nine, | |
| Don' t blame it on the good times | |
| Strawberry Fields already had yielded the sign | |
| That Michael Jackson owned Beatles' rights | |
| Lights out, moved out of the big apple city | |
| Time out, no doubt, you know the drive was pretty obscene | |
| ' Vert to Plan B, back home with family, | |
| Mechanicsville is misery | |
| Except for all o' that Andy' s barbeque | |
| That you can chew, | |
| The misses of the fear knows,? the brunswick stew | |
| What do you do now that you' re back in your room? | |
| And what are all the people gonna think of you nbsp? | |
| Well I knew what I was gonna be at home to do, | |
| For the next three years waiting for my cue | |
| I' d be working on the songs for the whole world to sing | |
| And I been jerkin' you along to take a ride with me | |
| By brushin' up my scat and blues phat jazz chords | |
| Break dance pad on the hard wood floorboard | |
| Slappin' them hands on the child hood headboard | |
| Romance, sure, lord, I' m 20 years forlorn | |
| Born as a cancer child who could wail, man, | |
| Deliverin' the goods because my daddy is a mailman, | |
| Mommy was a banker, her only drank the sanka, | |
| Sista was a taker, so maybe we should thank her | |
| For stealin' the scene that helped me get it started, | |
| I think that all the genes that she absorbed was all retarded | |
| And maybe she' s invested in me once or maybe twice | |
| But I guess that' s best because it kinda broke the ice | |
| For us old clockin those janitorial nights | |
| I paid the price to rock nights for a life behind the mike | |
| MCs around me my best friends found me | |
| I never liked to be just another out of town G, | |
| Respectfully, see I' d be down on my knees | |
| Spellin' CALLATT | |
| Please please with the eva savealot | |
| Because who' s the boss is a show I crave a lot | |
| But you gotta take a break from the old school | |
| Gotta set a date with the real you | |
| And ya gotta stay away from all that new school too | |
| ' Cause there' s a lot that you can say about the just plain truth | |
| Or consequences, they never will fool me | |
| I' m mixing up the sentences in case you want to do me | |
| I got one ready for your ass if you' ll excuse me | |
| I' m Jason Mraz and I just plain blame it on the boogie | |
| I' m gonna blame it on the boogie | |
| I' m gonna blame it on the boogie | |
| Boogie boogie | |
| Toca Rivera introduction | |
| You' re never gonna guess | |
| Where I' ve been been been | |
| And I have no regrets | |
| That I bet my whole checking account | |
| Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end | |
| Well you can only count on the road again | |
| We' ll soon be on the radio dial | |
| And I been payin' close attention to the Willie Nelson style | |
| Like a band of gypsies on the highway while | |
| I' m one man pushin' on the California skyline drive | |
| Up the coast MC brag the most | |
| I' m pickin up my pace and makin' time like space ghost | |
| Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most | |
| I' ve got my cruise control on coast from Farmville to Memphis | |
| Graceland and grace fans ? | |
| Little rock oklahoma city to the heartland of Texas | |
| Don' t mess with the Lone Star, man | |
| My defenses can' t rest, I can' t handle the pan | |
| So it' s off to the land of enchantment to camp it | |
| Albuquerque, Roswell, Santa Fe to stamp it | |
| Send a postcard just the way that I planned | |
| And say I' m on spring break because they won' t understand | |
| That I' ll never be back to the town of my mother | |
| Messing around with the sound that Virginia is for lovers | |
| Lover lover what what lover number one just made the cut | |
| Leavin' on the greyhound bus | |
| Oh baby leavin' on a jet plane | |
| Never knowing when it' s gonna be back again | |
| San Diego is where I plan to stay | |
| Until I move to L. A.... |