Can Mary fry some fish, Mama I'm as hungry as can be Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head is killing Me I've seen my ex last night, Mama At a dance at Miller's store She was with that Jackie White, Mama I killed them both, and they're buried Under Jenkins sycamore. Don't you think I'm psycho, Mama You can pour me a cup If you think I'm psycho, Mama You better let 'em lock me up Don't hand the george to me, Mama I might squeeze him too tight And I'm as nervous as can be, Mama So let me tell you 'bout last night I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama Standing right by the bed With my hands near 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 the little girl next door, Mama I think her name is Betty Clark Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama Why I just seen It in the park She was sitting on a bench, Mama Thinking of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama Then my mind 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, Mama why don't you get up? Say something MamaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
