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I was walkin' down the street, minding my own affairWhen two policemen grabbed me unawareThey said, is your name Henry, I says why sure?He says you're the boy I been lookin' forI was framed, framed, I was blamedFramed, well I never do nothingBut I always get blamed, oh framed They took me to the line where those bright lights shineThere was ten poor souls like me in that lineI knew I was a victim of someone's evil planWhen a stool-pigeon walked in an' saysThat's your man!I was framed, framed, I was blamedOh, framed, framed, framedWell, I never do nothingBut I always get blamed Well, the prosecuting attorney started a-prosecuting meMan, that cat didn't give me the one, but the third degreeHe says, where were you in the night of July 1953Man, I was just home, just a tweedle-ee-deeI was framed, oh framed, I was blamedOh, framed, framed, framedWell, I never do nothingBut I always get framed, oh framedOh framed From Letras Mania