Stone Cold Crazy (Queen Cover)

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumors going round, gotta clear out of town, smelling like a dry fishbone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door, carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore, gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy, stone cold crazy, you

Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon and she’s playing on the slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore, gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey

Ah!

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, fully loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy, trying fucking getting me, gotta fucking get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I run right out of 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, yeah