I was walkin' down the street, minding my own affair When two policemen grabbed me unaware They said, is your name Henry, I says why sure? He says you're the boy I been lookin' for I was framed, framed, I was blamed Framed, well I never do nothing But I always get blamed, oh framed They took me to the line where those bright lights shine There was ten poor souls like me in that line I knew I was a victim of someone's evil plan When a stool-pigeon walked in an' says Thats your man! I was framed, framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well, I never do nothing But I always get blamed
Well, the prosecuting attorney started a-prosecuting me Man, that cat didn't give me the one, but the third degree He says, where were you in the night of July 1953 Man, I was just home, just a tweedle-ee-dee I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well, I never do nothing But I always get framed, oh framed Oh framedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
