Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreamin' I was Al Capone There's a rumor going round' Gotta clear outta town' Yeah, I'm smelling like a dry fish bone Here comes 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, I 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 to me I gotta give it, 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 you let me go to hell? Crazy Stone cold crazy, you know!