Psycho

This is an instrumental, I meant-, okay
 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 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
 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?