Psycho
Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh, Lordy, how I wish, mama
You could keep the baby quiet, 'cause my head's killing me
I seen my ex last night, mama
At a dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both, and they're buried
Under Jenkins sycamore
Don't you think I'm psycho, mama?
You can pour me a cup
If you think I'm psycho, mama
You better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand the dog to me, mama
I might squeeze him too tight
And I'm as nervous as can be, mama
But let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right by his bed
With my hands near his throat, mama
Wishing both of us was 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 the little girl next door, mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, mama
Why? I just seen it in the park
She was sitting on a bench, mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, mama
Then my mind walked away
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, mama, why don't you get up?
Say something to me, Mama
Mama, why don't you get up?
Mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh, Lordy, how I wish, mama
You could keep the baby quiet, 'cause my head's killing me
I seen my ex last night, mama
At a dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both, and they're buried
Under Jenkins sycamore
Don't you think I'm psycho, mama?
You can pour me a cup
If you think I'm psycho, mama
You better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand the dog to me, mama
I might squeeze him too tight
And I'm as nervous as can be, mama
But let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right by his bed
With my hands near his throat, mama
Wishing both of us was 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 the little girl next door, mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, mama
Why? I just seen it in the park
She was sitting on a bench, mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, mama
Then my mind walked away
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, mama, why don't you get up?
Say something to me, Mama
Mama, why don't you get up?
Mama
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Writer(s): Leon Payne
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