Framed

I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair

When two policemen grabbed me, unaware

He say, "Is your name Henry?" I says, "Why sure"

He says, "You the boy we've been lookin' for"Framed, I was framed

I never do nothin' wrong

But I always get blamed, framedThey took him in the line up and let 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 pidgeon walked in and says, "That's the man"Framed, I was framed

I never do nothin' wrong

But I always get blamed, framedWell, the prosecutor turned and started a-prosecutin' me

Man, that cat didn't give me the third degree

He says, "Where were you on the night of July 1953?"

I said I was home in bed, he says "jury, this man is lyring"Framed, I was framed

I never do nothin' wrong

But I always get blamed, framedI denied charge of robbing the liquor store

Denied the charge of carrying a forty-four

Denied the charge of vagrancy, too

But when the judge came down, poured whiskey on my head

Turned around to the jury and said "Convict this man, he a drunk," what could I do?Framed, I was framed

I never do nothin' wrong

But I always get blamed, framed, feel my painI was framed (he was blamed)

I was framed (he was blamed)

I got framed (he was blamed)

Songwriters

JERRY LEIBER, MIKE STOLLERPublished by

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