Psycho
This is an instrumental, I meant-, okay
Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh, Lordy, how I wish, mama
That you could keep the baby quiet, 'cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both, and they're buried under Jenkin's sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again, mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench, mama
Thinking up a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, mama
And then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Oh, Mama, why don't you get up?
Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh, Lordy, how I wish, mama
That you could keep the baby quiet, 'cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both, and they're buried under Jenkin's sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again, mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench, mama
Thinking up a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, mama
And then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Oh, Mama, why don't you get up?
Credits
Writer(s): Leon Payne
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