Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning, I was dreaming I was Al Capone There's a rumour going round , gotta clear out of 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 out of 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
Звонок на радио: - Поставьте, пожалуйста, песню Пугачевой про то, как у нее завис Windows! Ди-джей (после паузы): - Я не могу вспомнить у Пугачевой такой песни! Вы можете напеть? - Ну, там еще в припеве: "Кликну, а в ответ тишина, снова я осталась одна. Сильная женщина плачет у ОКНА"
