Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going ’round
Gotta clear outta town
Smelling like a dry fishbone

Here comes the law, gonna break down the door
Gonna 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
On a killer typhoon
And it’s playing with 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
Fully loaded tommy gun
Here comes the deputy
Try fuckin’ getting me
Gotta fuckin’ get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I run right outta juice
They’re gonna put me in the cell
If I can’t go to heaven, let me go to hell!
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know

Originally recorded by Queen