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?