I was flicking through the channels on the TV,
On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain.
Trying to pice together conversations,
trying to find out where to lay the blame.

But when it comes right down to it,
there's no use trying to pretend.
For when it gets right down to it,
there's no one here that's left to blame.
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me,
We're just sugar mice in the rain.

I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards,
where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme,
to the jukebox crying in the corner,
while the waitress is counting out the time.

For when it comes right down to it,
there's no use trying to pretend.
For when it gets right down to it,
there's no one really left to blame.
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me,
We're just sugar mice in the rain.

I know what I feel, I know what I want,
I know what I am, daddy took a raincheck.
Cos I know what I want, know what I feel and I know what I need,
daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck.
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me,
blame it on me, blame it on me.

Well the toughest thing that I ever did,
was talk to the kids on the 'phone.
When I heard them asking questions,
I knew that you were all alone.
Can't you understand that the government left me out of work.
I just couldn't stand the looks on the faces saying what a jerk.

So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels,
clutching at straws and nursing our scars.
Blame it on me, blame it on me.
Sugar mice in the rain,
Your daddy took a raincheck
Your daddy took a raincheck