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