TENEMENT FUNSTER
My new purple shoes
Bin amazin’ the people next door
And my rock’n’roll forty fives
Bin enragin’ the folks on the lower floor
I got a way with the girls on my block
Try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock
They line up like it’s some kind of ritual
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I’ll make the speed of light outa this place
I like the good things in life
But most of the best things ain’t free
It’s the same situation just cuts like a knife
When you’re young and you’re poor and you’re crazy
Young and you’re crazy...
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I’ll make the speed of light outa this place
Stone Cold Crazy
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
My new purple shoes
Bin amazin’ the people next door
And my rock’n’roll forty fives
Bin enragin’ the folks on the lower floor
I got a way with the girls on my block
Try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock
They line up like it’s some kind of ritual
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I’ll make the speed of light outa this place
I like the good things in life
But most of the best things ain’t free
It’s the same situation just cuts like a knife
When you’re young and you’re poor and you’re crazy
Young and you’re crazy...
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I’ll make the speed of light outa this place
Stone Cold Crazy
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
