[00:00.000] 作词 : Freddie Mercury/Brian May/Roger Taylor/John Deacon
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Freddie Mercury/Brian May/Roger Taylor/John Deacon
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Queen
[00:22]Sleeping very soundly
[00:23]On a Saturday morning
[00:24]I was dreaming I was Al Capone
[00:26]There's a rumour going round
[00:27]Gotta clear outta town
[00:28]I'm smelling like a dry-fish bone
[00:30]Here come the Law,
[00:31]Gonna break down the door
[00:32]Gonna carry me away once more
[00:34]Never, I never,
[00:35]I never want it any more
[00:36]Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor
[00:38]Crazy
[00:40]Stone-cold crazy, you know
[01:06]Rainy afternoon
[01:07]I gotta blow a typhoon
[01:08]And I'm playing on my slide trombone
[01:10]Anymore, anymore,
[01:11]Cannot take it anymore
[01:12]Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor
[01:15]Crazy
[01:16]Stone-cold crazy, you know
[01:19]Hit 'em up
[01:50]Walking down the street
[01:51]Shooting people that I meet
[01:52]With my rubber Tommy water gun
[01:54]Here come the deputy
[01:55]He's gonna come and get a me
[01:56]I gotta get me get up and run
[01:57]They got the sirens loose
[01:59]I ran right out of juice
[02:02]They're gonna put me in a cell
[02:03]If I can't go to heaven
[02:04]Will they let me go to hell?
[02:06]Crazy
[02:08]Stone-cold crazy, you know

作词 : Freddie Mercury/Brian May/Roger Taylor/John Deacon
作曲 : Freddie Mercury/Brian May/Roger Taylor/John Deacon
编曲 : Queen
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
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
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
Hit 'em up
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 a me
I gotta get me get 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