Stone Cold Crazy (Rainbow, London ’74) Songtext
von Queen

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, never, never get it anymore
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
Watch out

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 at me
You 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