Stone Cold Crazy - Intellectual

[Instrumental Intro]

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning

I was dreaming I was Al Capone

There's a rumour going round, gotta clear outta town

Yeah, I'm smelling like a dry fish bone

Here come 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

Woo, 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 up

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet

With my rubber tommy water gun

Here come the deputy, he's gonna come and getta me

I gotta get me get up and run

They got the sirens loose

I ran right outta juice

They're going to 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