Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, Mamma

‘Cause I am hungry as can be

Oh Lordy, how I wish, Mamma

That you can keep the baby quiet

‘Cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex last night, Mamma

At a dance at Miller Store

She was with that Jackie White, Mamma

I killed ‘em both and they are buried under Jenkin’s sycamore

You think I´m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

Mamma pour me a cup

You think I´m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

You better let ‘em lock me up

Don’t make me hug that puppy Mamma

´Cause I might squeeze him too tight

Been having crazy dreams lately, Mamma

So let me tell you about last night

I woke up in Johnny’s room, Mamma

Standing right beside his bed

My hands around his throat, Mamma

Wishing both of us were dead

You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

I didn’t mean to break your cup

You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

You better let ‘em lock me up

You know that little girl, Mamma

I think her name was Betty Clark

Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mamma

‘Cause I´ve just seen her in the park

We was sitting on a bench, Mamma

Thinking of a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mamma

Then my mind walked away

You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

I didn’t mean to break your cup

You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma

Mamma, why don’t you get up