It was a recipe for disaster

A four-course meal of no Sirree

It semed that happily ever after

Was happy everyone was after me

It was a cup of good intentions

A tablespon of one big mess

A dash of overreaction

I assume you know the rest

One little slip

One little slip

It was a fusion of confusion

With a few confounding things

I guess I probably took the wrong direction

Well, I admit I might have missed a sign or two

I ran a light past your affection

That humiliation never knew

I took a right turn at confusion

A left, when I should have gone straight on through

I get the feeling in this town

I'll never live 'till live down

That one mistake that seems to follow me around

They'll forget about the sky

When they all realize this guy's about to

Try to learn to fly or hit the ground

It was a cup of good intentions

A tablespon of one big mess

A dash of overreaction

I assume you know the rest

One little slip

One little slip

It was a humble little stumble

With a big ungraceful

One little slip

One little slip

It was a fusion of confusion

With a few confounding things