Third Degree - Leslie West

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 killing 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 killing me

Killing me, killing 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

Bad luck, no

Bad luck, oh, it’s killing me

Killing me, killing me

Yeah, it’s killing me

Well, I just, well, I just can’t stand

No more of this third degree

Whoa, oh no

No more