It was a recipe for disaster
A four-course meal of "no siree"
It seemed a happily ever after
Was happy everyone was after me
It was a cup of good intentions
A tablespoon of one big mess
A dash of overreaction
And 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 took a right turn at confusion
A left when I should've gone straight on through
I ran ahead with my assumptions
And we all know what that can do
One little slip
One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion and a few confounding things
I get the feeling in this town
I'll never live 'til I let down
The one mistake that seems to follow me around
But 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 tablespoon of one big mess
A dash of overreaction
And 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