Words and music by 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