Framed

(álbum: Framed - 1972)

I'm walking down the street minding my own affair
When two policemen grabbed me and I'm unaware
They said "Is your name Alexander?" and I said "Why, sure"
They said "You're the cat that we've been looking for"

But I was framed
I was framed
I never did nothing
But now I was, I was framed

The cops took me to a little room where the bright light shines
There was ten poor souls like me standing in that line
I knew I was the victim of somebody's evil plan
When a stool pigeon looked at me an' said
"There's your man!"

But I was framed, framed
I was framed, framed
I was framed, framed
I never did nothing
But I was framed, framed, framed
Oh yes, oh yes

Then the public prosecutor started prosecuting me
That man wanted to find what was my pedigree
He said "Where were you on the third of June 1963?"
Then them cats with their rubber hoses started giving me the third degree

But I was framed, framed
I was framed
Framed, framed, framed
Well, I never did nothing
But I was framed, framed

I was framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed
I was framed, I was framed, I was framed
Framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed, framed
I was framed
Framed
Well, I never did nothing
But I was framed