P s Y c H o
Can Mary fry some fish Momma, cause I m as hungry as can be.
Oh, lordy how I wish Momma, you could keep that baby quiet cause my head is killing me.
I saw my ex again last night Momma, she was at the dance at Millers store.
She was with that Jacky White Momma, I killed them both and they re buried
under Jenkins sycamore.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, Momma pour me a cup.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, you better let em lock me up.
Don t hand me Johnny s pup Momma, cause I might squeeze him too tight.
I m having crazy dreams again Momma, so let me tell you about last night.
I woke up in Johnny s room Momma, standing right there by his bed.
With my hands around his throat Momma, wishing both of us were dead.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, I just killed Johnny s pup.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, you better let em lock me up.
You know that little girl next door Momma, I believe her name was Betty Clark.
Well, don t tell me she s dead Momma, cause I just saw her in the park.
We were sitting on a bench Momma, thinking of a game to play.
Seems I was holding a wrench Momma, then my mind just walked away.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, I didn t mean to break your cup.
You think I m psycho don t you Momma, Oh Momma why don t you get up.
Enjoy!