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Stone Cold Crazy - Queen

Stone Cold Crazy

Queen



Lyrics:
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumor going round, got to clear out of town
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the Law, going to break down the door
Going to carry me, away once more
Never, never, never get it any more

Got to get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy...
Stone cold crazy, you know

Rainy afternoon I got to blow a typhoon
And I'm playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore

Got to 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 going to come and get to me
I got to get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran out of juice
They're going to 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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 Letra:
Durmiendo profundamente un sábado por la mañana,
soñaba que yo era Al Capone.
Hay un rumor circulando, tengo que salir de la ciudad,
Huelo como una espina de pescado seco.
Aquí viene la ley, van a romperme la puerta,
me van a llevar con ellos otra vez.
Nunca, nunca, no quiero eso nunca más.

Tengo que escaparme de este frío piso.
Loco…
Loco de remate, lo sabes.

Mañana lluviosa, tengo que soplar un huracán
y estoy tocando mi trombón.
Ya no más, ya no más, no puedo soportarlo más.

Tengo que escaparme de este piso frío.

Loco…
Loco de remate, lo sabes.
Caminando por la calle, disparando a mis conocidos
con mi pistola de agua Tommy.
Ahí viene el oficial, va a venir a detenerme.
Tengo que levantarme y correr,
Tienen sus sirenas sueltas.
Corro sin ningún sentido,
Me van a encarcelar.
Si no puedo ir al Cielo,

¿Me dejarán ir al infierno?
Loco…
Loco de remate, lo sabes.

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