作词 : John Richard Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
 作曲 : John Richard Deacon/Brian May/Freddie Mercury/Roger Taylor
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, I never get it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know
It’s a 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
Walking 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 up and run
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 hell
Crazy
Stone cold crazy you know