From: Sheer Heart Attack, 1974
Written by: Queen
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Sleeping very soundly on a satuday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumor goin' 'round
Gotta clear outta town
You're smelling like a dry fish bone
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 I gotta blow a typhoon
And I'm playing on my slight 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
Gonna come and get a me
I gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
They 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
