Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going round
Gotta clear outta town
Smelling like the job is blown
Here come the law
Gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy...
Stone cold crazy, you know

Rainy afternoon, gotta killer 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 fully loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy
Try and fuckin' getta me
Gotta fuckin' 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
Let me go to hell
Crazy...
Stone cold crazy, you know