Leslie West - Third Degree lyrics

Got me accused of peeping I can't see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Oh, ho, oh, oh Oh, ho, bad luck, it's k**ing me Call, yes, it is Oh, yes, it is Well, I just can't stand it no more No more of this third degree I was third degree Got me accused of murder I ain't harmed no man now, oh Got me accused of forgery I can't even write my name Bad luck call, I know, yeah Bad luck, oh no Well, it's k**ing me k**ing me, k**ing me, yes, it is Whoa, I just can't stand it, oh no No more of this third degree Third degree Hey, now Got me accused of taxes I ain't got a lousy dime Got me accused of children [Incomprehensible] Bad luck, no Bad luck, oh, it's k**ing me k**ing me, k**ing me Yeah, it's k**ing me Well, I just, well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree Whoa, oh no No more