Lyrics
I was walkin down the street, mindin my own affairWhen two policemen grabbed me, unaware He says ´Is your name Henry?´ I says´Why sure´ He says ´You the boy I´m lookin´ for´I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framedWell, I never knew nothin, but I always get framed Oh, framedThey took him in the line up and let those brightLights shine, there was ten poor souls like me in that line I knew I was a victim of someones evil plan When a stool pidgeon walked in and says´ That´s your man´I was framed, framed, I was blamed oh, framed, framed, framedWell, I never knew nothin but I always get framedWell, the prosecutor turned and started a prosecutin´ meMan, that cat didn´t give me the one, but the third degree He says´Where were you on the night of July 1953?´ ´Man I was just home just a tweedle-a-dee´I was framed oh framed, I was blamed oh, framed, framed, framedwell, I never knew nothin, but I always get framed Oh framed, oh framed