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