Transcribed by Andreas Walsh
Gm
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was
Dreaming I was Al Capone, There's a
rumour goin' 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 never wnat it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
C
Crazy
Bb
Stone cold crazy you know.
Gm Bb
Gm C
Gm Bb
Gm C
Repeat first part of verse with following words:
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
Chorus
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 up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outa juice
Theyr'e gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell?
Chorus