Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone There’s a rumour going round gotta clear outta town I’m smelling like a dry fish bone Here come the Law gonna break down the door gonna carry me away once more Never never 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
Wlaking down the street shooting people that I meet with my rubber tommy water gun Here come the deputy he’s gonna come and get me I gotta get me get up and run They got got the sirens loose I ran right outa juice They’re gonna put me in a cell if I can’t got to heaven Will they let me go to hell Crazy Stone cold crazy you knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
