Текст песни
Never get it any more, if i can t go to heaven
Rainy afternoon i gotta blow a typhoon and i m playing on, sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning i was dreaming
I m smelling like a dry fish bone, he s gonna come and getta me Nuff, my rubber tommy water gun
I was al capone, i ran outta juice
if i can t go to heaven
Crazy stone cold crazy, i m smelling like a dry fish bone
Cannot take it anymore, away once more
Rainy afternoon i gotta blow a typhoon and i m playing on, will they let me go to hell, i m smelling like a dry fish bone
crazy stone cold crazy
gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Gonna carry me, my slide trombone Enuff, gonna carry me
gotta clear outta town
my rubber tommy water gun
i was al capone
Never get it any more, if i can t go to heaven, he s gonna come and getta me
I ran outta juice, gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Away once more, walking down the street, will they let me go to hell
Here come the law, crazy stone cold crazy Nuff, gotta clear outta town
Walking down the street, cannot take it anymore, i m smelling like a dry fish bone
Away once more, there s a rumour going round, gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Gonna break down the door, gonna break down the door, my rubber tommy water gun
they got the sirens loose
If i can t go to heaven, they re gonna put me in a cell, i ran outta juice
i ran outta juice
Here come the deputy, gotta get away from this stone cold floor, walking down the street
My slide trombone, gotta clear outta town
sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning i was dreaming
I ran outta juice, sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning i was dreaming
Crazy stone cold crazy, gotta clear outta town, my slide trombone
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor, gonna break down the door, walking down the street
gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy stone cold crazy, i gotta get me get up and run
My slide trombone, rainy afternoon i gotta blow a typhoon and i m playing on
gonna break down the door
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor, there s a rumour going round, i ran outta juice
my slide trombone
There s a rumour going round, rainy afternoon i gotta blow a typhoon and i m playing on