Soundtracks - Stone Cold Crazy lyrics - Queen lyrics

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