| 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 |