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 outa 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, never get 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
 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 outa 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