Stone Cold Crazy

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 come 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 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 me, I gotta get me up and run
They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of 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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