Psycho Testo

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 Jenkin's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama? Mama, pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho, don't, Mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up

Don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having 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 Oh, 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
And 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?