Third Degree کے بول

Yeah... I like it... Uh-huh... Oh! [Instrumental] 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 [Instrumental] Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! [Instrumental] 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 [Instrumental] No more of this third degree, oh no! Yeah...