Stone Cold Crazy - Originally Recorded by Queen in 1974
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Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning 
I was dreaming I was Al Capone.
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of town, 
smelling like a dry fish bone.
Here come 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, on a killer typhoon, 
and it's a playing with my slide trombone.
Any more, anymore, can't 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 come the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me, 
gotta fuckin' get up and run.
They got the sirens lose, I run right out of juice.  
They're gonna put me in a cell.
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell.

Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!