| Lyrics: | Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming
I was Al Capone
There's a
rumour going round, gotta clear outa town
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the
Law, gonna break down the door, gonna carry me
away once more
Never, never, never get it
any more
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 come the deputy, he's gonna come
and getta me
I gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran 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 |
