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 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 get me 
I gotta get me up and run 
They got the sirens loose 
I ran right 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