Yeah...   I like it...   Uh-huh...   Oh!      [Instrumental]      Got me accused of peeping   I can't see a thing   They 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 never harmed a man   They got me accused of forgery   I can't even sign 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 of 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 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...