| Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming
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| I was Al Capone
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| There’s a rumour going round, gotta clear outta town
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| I’m smelling like a dry fish bone
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| Here come the Law, gonna break down the door, gonna carry me
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| away once more
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| Never, never, never get it any more
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| Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
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| Crazy
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| Stone cold crazy, you know
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| Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon and I’m playing on
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| my slide trombone
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| Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
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| Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
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| Crazy stone cold crazy, you know
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| Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet with
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| my rubber tommy water gun
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| Here come the deputy, he’s gonna come and getta me
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| I gotta get me get up and run
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| They got the sirens loose
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| I ran outta juice
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| They’re gonna put me in a cell, if I can’t go to heaven
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| Will they let me go to hell
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| Crazy Stone cold crazy, you know |