Sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's [bad word] going round, gotta clear outta town
Yes smelling like a dry fish bone
 [bad word] 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, wooh, ow

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, ow, hit 'em on

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
With [bad word] tommy water gun
 [bad word] the deputy, he's [bad word] and getta me
I gotta get me get up [bad word] 
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to [bad word] 
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know