Queen Stone Cold Crazy
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I been dreaming I was Al Capone There's a rumor going round Gotta clear outta town Yeah, 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 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 getta me I gotta get me 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 they let me go to hell Crazy... Stone cold crazy, you know
