[Queen Cover]
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumours going round, gotta
clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Carry me away once more.
Never,
never, never want it anymore,
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know.
Rainy afternoon,
ought to kill a typhoon,
And she's 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,
Fully loaded
Tommy gun.
Here come the deputy, try f*****g getting me,
Gotta f*****g get 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, let me go to hell.
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know,
yeah.