Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
 I was dreaming I was Al Capone
 Rumors going 'round, gotta clear out of town
 Smellin' 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

 Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon
 And she's playing on the saxophone
 Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
 Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
 Crazy, stone cold crazy, you, hey

 Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
 Fully loaded Tommy gun
 Here comes the deputy, tryin' fucking getting me
 Gotta fucking get up and run
 They got the sirens loose, 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, yeah