Queen
Stone Cold Crazy
Duration: 02:39
File type: mp3
File size: 6.10 МБ
Bitrate: 320
Lyrics of "Queen — Stone Cold Crazy"
Sleeping very soundly
On a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumor 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, I never
I never want it any more
Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor Crazy
Stone-cold crazy, you know 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 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 get a me
I gotta get me get up and run They got the sirens loose
I ran right out of 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
