I'm walking down the street mindin' my own affairnwhen two policemen grabbed me and I'm unawarenThey said Is your name Alexander? and I said Why, sure!nThey said You're the cat that we've been looking for.nChorus:nBut I was framednI was framednI never did nothingnbut now I was, I was framednnThe cops took me to a little room where the bright lights shinenthere was ten poor souls like me standin' in the linenI knew I was the victim of somebody's evil plannwhen a stool pigeon looked at me an' said....nnThat's your man!nnChorusnnThen the public prosecutor started prosecutin' menthat man wanted to find what was my pedigreenHe said Where were you on the third of June 1963?nThem cats with rubber hoses started givin' me the third degree....nnChorusn