I was walking down the street, minding my own affairWhen two policemen grabbed me, unawaresThey said, if your name's Herbie, I said, why sureYou're just a boy we've been looking forCrazy, I was crazyI never do nothing wrong, but I always get blamedFramedThey put me in a line-up and let them bright lights shineThere were ten poor souls like me standing in that lineI knew I was the victim of some evil planWhen a stooge walked in and said, that's the manI was framed, I was framedI never do nothing wrong, but I always get blamedFramedThe prosecuting attorney started prosecuting meMan, that cat gave me the third degreeHe said, where were you on the night of June 29th?I said, I was home bedHe said, judge, this man is lyingFramed, I was framedI never do nothing wrong, but I always get blamedFramedI denied the charges of robbing a liquor storeI denied the charges of carrying a .44I denied the charges of vagrancy tooBut when the judge came down, poured whiskey on my headTurned me around to the jury and said, convict this manHe's drunk, what could I do?Framed, I was framedI never do nothing wrong, but I always get blamedFramedI was framedHe was framedI was framedHe was framedI was framedHe was framedI was framedHe was framedI was framed