verse 1
Can Mary fry some fish, Mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama
You could keep that 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, now they're buried under Jenkins' 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 better let 'em lock me up
verse 2
I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again, Mama
Well let me tell you 'bout last night
Well, I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Sitting right there in 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
verse 3
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Well don't tell me that she's dead, Mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench, Mama
Talking 'bout the games we used to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
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?
Mama, why don't you, why don't you wake up?