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I was walkin' down the street, mindin' my own affair |
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When two policemen grabbed me unaware |
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He says, "Is your name Henry?", I says, "Why sure" |
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He says, "You the boy I'm lookin' for" |
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I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed |
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Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed |
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Oh, framed |
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They took him in the lineup and let those bright lights shine |
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There was ten poor souls like me in that line |
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I knew I was a victim of someone's evil |
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When a stool pigeon walked in and says, "That's your man" |
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I was framed, framed, I was blamed |
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Oh, framed, framed, framed |
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Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed |
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Well, the prosecutor turned and started a prosecutin' me |
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Man, that cat didn't give me the one but the third degree |
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He says, "Where were you on the night of July 1953?" |
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"Man, I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee" |
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I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed |
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Oh framed, framed, framed |
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Well, I never knew nothing but I always get framed |
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Oh framed, oh framed |
