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Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone There's a rumour going round, gotta clear out of town Yeah, I'm smelling like a dry fish bone Here come the law, gonna break down the door Gonna carry me away once more Never, I never, I never want 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 get up and run They got the sirens loose, I ran right outta juice They're going to 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
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