[Verse 1]
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
And those bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well, I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums

[Chorus]
Well, I know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now that I can do
Deny, deny, deny

[Verse 2]
Well, I was allegedly dropped by a truck stop waitress at our front door
Now who you gonna believe
Your sweet loving daddy or those lying eyes of yours?
And that lipstick on my collar that you found this morning, well
That's not lipstick at all
I was just in a hurry to get back to you, honey
Had myself a little fall

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, you've got your own version of the truth
And there's only three things left now that I can do
Deny, deny, deny
[Verse 3]
Oh, please don't answer the phone
Hey, ain't it great being home and alone like this?
That cigarette voice asking for her big boy
Why should I know who that is?
Yeah, I know it looks bad but you're looking at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh, what is it now? Seems like nothing I do ever pleases you

[Chorus]
I know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now that I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Oh, deny, deny, deny