Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly

On a Saturday morning

I was dreaming I was Al Capone

There's a rumor going round

Gotta clear outta 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, I never

I never want 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

Hit 'em up

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 a me

I gotta get me 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

Will they let me go to hell?

Crazy

Stone-cold crazy, you know