Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreamin' I was Al Capone
There's a rumor going round'
Gotta clear outta town'
Yeah, 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, I never want 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, I 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 get to me
I gotta give it, get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven
Will you let me go to hell?
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know!
