Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,
I was dreaming I was Al Capone. [bad word] going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smell like a dry fishbone.
 [bad word] 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 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,
Fully loaded Tommy gun.
 [bad word] the deputy, try [bad word] getting me,
Gotta [bad word] get up [bad word] 
They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juice.
They’re gonna put me in a cell,
If I can’t go to heaven, let me go to [bad word] 
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah.