Lyrics:

Sleepin' very soundly on a Saturday mornin'
I was dreamin' I was Al Capone
Rumors goin' 'round, gotta clear outta town
Smell like a dry fish bone
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 know


Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon
And she's playin' on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor
Crazy, stone-cold crazy, you know, hey


Walkin' down the street, shootin' people that I meet
Fully-loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me
Gotta fuckin' get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I run right outta 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 know, yeah