Who's that riding into the sun?
Who's the man with the itchy gun?
Who's the man who kills for fun?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
He sleeps with a gun, but he loves his son.
Killed his wife 'cause she weighed a ton.
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
A little touched or we're told
Killed his wife 'cause she had a cold
Might as well she was gettin' old
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
He's quick with a gun, and his job ain't done.
Killed his wife by twenty-one
Psycho Dad!
Who's that riding in the sleigh?
Who's that firing along the way?
Who's roughing up burns on christmas day?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
Who's the tall, dark stranger there?
The one with the gun and the icy stare?
The one with the scalp of his ex-wife's hair?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
Who's that riding across the plain?
Who's lost count of the wifes he's slain?
Who's the man who's plumb insane?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
He's a durn good pa, but he hates the law.
He likes to eat it raw, he's Psycho Dad!
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