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Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going round, gotta clear outa town
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the Law, gonna break down the dorr, gonna carry me away once more
Never, never, never get it any more
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 getta me
I gotta get me up and run
They got sirens loose
I ran right outa juice
They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell
Crazy




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