Third Degree

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Yeah...

I like it...

Uh-huh...

Oh!

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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

Well I just can't stand

No more of this third degree

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 (it's killing me)

Well I just can't stand

No more of this third degree

Can't stand this third degree

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Yeah!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

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Got me accused of taxes

I don't have a lousy dime

Got me accused of children

And ain't nary one of them mine

Bad luck

Bad luck is killing me

Well I just can't stand

No more of this third degree

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No more of this third degree, oh no!

Yeah...