Orchestra You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby

They got me accused of peeping
And I can't see a thing
They got me accused of petting
And I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree
They got me accused of murder
And I never harmed a man
They got me accused of forgery
And I can't even write my name
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree
They got me accused of taxes
And I don't have another dime
They got me accused of children
And ain't nary one of them mine
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me
Well now you know I can't stand
No more of this third degree