Psycho
Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy how I wish, mama
You would keep the baby quiet 'cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was 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
You think i'm psycho don't you, mama?
Pour some coffee in my cup
You think i'm psycho don't you, mama?
You better let them lock me up
Oh 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 about 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 im psycho don't you, mama?
You better let them lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama?
I believe her name is 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 of a game to play
Since I was holding a brench, mama
And then my mind just 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? Why won't you get up?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy how I wish, mama
You would keep the baby quiet 'cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was 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
You think i'm psycho don't you, mama?
Pour some coffee in my cup
You think i'm psycho don't you, mama?
You better let them lock me up
Oh 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 about 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 im psycho don't you, mama?
You better let them lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama?
I believe her name is 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 of a game to play
Since I was holding a brench, mama
And then my mind just 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? Why won't you get up?
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