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's killing me

I 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 dog to me, mama

I might squeeze him too tight

And I'm as nervous as can be, mama

But let me tell you 'bout last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, mama

Standing right by his bed

With my hands near his throat, mama

Wishing both of us was 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?

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 to me, Mama

Mama, why don't you get up?

Mama