Psycho
Can Mary fry some fish Mama
As I'm as hungry as can be
Oh Lord, how I wish you could, Mama
Could you stop that baby crying cause my head is killing me...
I saw my Ex again last night Mama
She was at the dance at Millers store
She was with that Jacky White Mama
I killed them both and now there buried under Jacobs sycamore...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?.
Mama? Could you pour me a cup?.
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
You know their gonna lock me up...
Oh, don'tcha hand me Johnny's pup, Mama...
As I may squeeze him too tight...
I'm having crazy dreams again Mama,
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'tcha Mama?.
I just killed Johnny's pup!.
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
You better let em' lock me up...
Do you recall our neighbor girl Mama?.
I think her name was Betty Clark...
Oh don'tcha tell me that's she's dead Mama,
cause I just saw her in the park...
We were sitting on a bench Mama...
Thinking of a game to play...
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama...
Then my mind just walked away...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?.
I didn't mean to break your cup...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
Mama, Mama wake up...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama? you know their gonna lock me up...
As I'm as hungry as can be
Oh Lord, how I wish you could, Mama
Could you stop that baby crying cause my head is killing me...
I saw my Ex again last night Mama
She was at the dance at Millers store
She was with that Jacky White Mama
I killed them both and now there buried under Jacobs sycamore...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?.
Mama? Could you pour me a cup?.
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
You know their gonna lock me up...
Oh, don'tcha hand me Johnny's pup, Mama...
As I may squeeze him too tight...
I'm having crazy dreams again Mama,
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'tcha Mama?.
I just killed Johnny's pup!.
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
You better let em' lock me up...
Do you recall our neighbor girl Mama?.
I think her name was Betty Clark...
Oh don'tcha tell me that's she's dead Mama,
cause I just saw her in the park...
We were sitting on a bench Mama...
Thinking of a game to play...
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama...
Then my mind just walked away...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?.
I didn't mean to break your cup...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama?
Mama, Mama wake up...
You think I'm psycho don'tcha Mama? you know their gonna lock me up...
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Writer(s): Leon Payne
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