Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing
Got me accused of petting
I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
<Interlude>
Well I just can't stand
no more of this third degree
<Interlude>
Got me accused of murder
I ain't harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery
I can't even write my name
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
<Interlude>
Well I just can't stand
no more of this third degree
<Interlude>
Got me accused of taxes
I ain't got a dime
Got me accused of children
And ain't nary
one of them was mine
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
<Interlude>
Well I just can't stand
no more of this third degree