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Tom: G 
Intro: G  Bb  G  C
 
  G 
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning 
I was dreaming I was Al Capone 
There's a rumour going round 
Gotta clear outta town 
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone 
G 
Here come the law gonna break down the door 
Gonna carry me away once more 
Bb 
Never never never wont it anymore 
Cotta get way from this stone cold floor 
C 
  Crazy stone cold crazy 
G  Bb  G  C   (B) 
G  Bb  G  C 
G 
Rainy afternoon I gotta typhoon 
And I'm playing on my side trombone 
Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore 
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor 
C                             Bb 
Crazy stone cold crazy you know 
(B) 
G 
WaIking 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 outta juice 
They're gonna put me in a cell 
If can't go to heaven 
Will they let me go to hell? 
C                           (G  Bb  G  C) 
Crazy stone cold crazy you know