Psycho from Institutionalized by Andrea & Mud

Psycho by Andrea & Mud
Written by Leon Payne

Can Mary fry some fish, papa?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy, how I wish, papa
You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head killing me
I've seen your ex last night, papa
At a dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, papa
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

I won’t hand the pup to you, papa
You might squeeze him too tight
I'm as nervous as can be, papa
Let me tell you 'bout what I
Saw you do last night
You woke up in Johnny's room, papa
Standing right by his bed
With your hands around his throat, papa
Wishing both of you, and the puppy, 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, papa
I think her name is Betty Clark
Don't tell me that she's dead, papa
I just seen her
Walking with you in the park
She was sitting on a bench, papa
Thinking of a game to play
Seems you were holding a wrench, papa
Then your mind just got up
And 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?
It’s time for you to get up
Fetch me some coffee
I reckon, it’s time
Mama
Mama, get up
Mama

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