Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, mama I’m as hungry as can be Oh lord, how I wish, mama You could stop the baby crying 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 Jacob’s sycamore 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 You better let em lock me up Oh, don’t hand me Johnny’s pup mama As 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 Oh you recall that little girl 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 of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench mama 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 Mama why don’t you get up?