Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama?

I'm as hungry as can be

Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama

That you could keep the baby quiet '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 Jenkin's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama?

Mama, pour me a cup

You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama?

You'd better let 'em lock me up

Don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama

'Cause 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

You know that little girl next door, 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 up a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama

And 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?

Oh, Mama, why don't you get up?