Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon



Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning

I was dreaming I was Al Capone

There's a rumour going round

Gotta clear outa 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 want 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



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 outa 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