Tekster: Ritchie Valens. 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 I've been lookin' for?

I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed
Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed, oh, framed

They 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 your man?

I was framed, framed, I was blamed
Oh, framed, framed, framed
Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed

Well, the prosecutor turned and started a-prosecutin' me
Man, that cat didn't give me the one but the third degree
He says, ?Where were you on the night of July 1953??
Man I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee

I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed
Oh, framed, framed, framed
Well I never knew nothin' but I always get framed
Oh framed, oh framed