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 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'd better let 'em lock me up



Don't hand me Johnny's pup mama

'Cause I might squeeze him too tight

Havin' 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

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

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?