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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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