Stone Cold Crazy

Singer: Queen
Written by: Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon
Album: Sheer Heart Attack

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going 'round, gotta clear outta town
Yeah, I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna down the door, gonna carry me away once more
Never, I 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 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 they let me go to hell?
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know