Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going round, gotta clear out of town
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here comes the law, gonna break down the door,
gonna carry me away once more
Never never never get it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know

Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon
and I'm playing on my slide trombone
Anymore anymore Cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know

Walking down the street shooting people that
I meet with my rubber tommy water gun
Here comes the deputy, he's gonna come and getta me
I gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirenes loose
I ran right outa juice
They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go
to heaven, will they let me go to hell
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know

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