[Intro]
MOTHER: Norman!
[Verse 1]
Got twelve rooms, twelve vacancies
You can do just what you please
Just don't get Mother too irate
Never call me Master Bates
[Verse 2]
A man should have a hobby, it's true
Got so bored, I needed something to do
So I sharpened Mother's cutlery
Now everywhere I look, it's blood I see
No
[Bridge]
MOTHER: Norman? Norman??
NORMAN: Mother? Mother? What, Mother? What?
[Verse 3]
Mother's not a fruit, but she's gotta go down
Down to the cellar so she won't be found
Know it's not right, but I just can't tell
Of the nasties that go on in the Bates Motel
No, no!
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