It wasn't me I swear, I'm just a patsy,
I wouldn't/couldn't do that, I'm a patsy,
Me? I never shot anyone,
I've never even owned a gun,
I'm just a ordinary guy, a patsy.
Me shoot the President? Don't be a prat, see,
It was the CIA, it couldn't not be,
It must have been an inside job;
Perhaps he was hit by the Mob?
I don't know who it was, but it was not me.
How can you say my prints were on the trigger?
Me murder J.D. Tippit? Doesn't figure!
Yes, it was a conspiracy,
That Ruby had it in for me,
There's never been a frame up that was bigger.
You'd have to be a moron not to credit
The books by all the cranks who say they geddit;
The Warren Report was a joke,
They sold you a pig in a poke,
I know that's true because I never read it.
It wasn't me I swear, I'm just a patsy,
I wouldn't/couldn't do that, I'm a patsy,
The loony conspiracy crowd
Have made their fortunes screaming loud,
And on their vast outpourings they've grown fat, see?
The Prosaic Truth About The KENNEDY ASSASSINATION
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