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叙情詩 |
Sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going round, gotta clear outta town
Yes smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door, gonna carry me away once more
Never, I never, I never want it any more
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know, wooh, ow
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, ow, hit 'em on
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 me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta 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 |
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