Bates Motel

[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!