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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 seen my ex last night, Mama At a dance at Miller’s store She was with that Jackie White, Mama I killed ’em both, and they’re buried under Jenkin’s sycamore Don’t you think I’m psycho, Mama? You can pour me a cup If you think I’m psycho, mama 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 better let ’em lock me up You know the little girl next door, Mama I think her name is Betty Clark Aw, don’t tell me that she’s dead, Mama Why I just seen her in the park She was sittin’ on a bench, Mama Thinking up 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?
One of my favorite covers by Billy 🖤
His vocals here… something has changed, even better than they were
Such an amazing cover, what a catchy song
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 seen my ex last night, Mama
At a dance at Miller’s store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed ’em both, and they’re buried under Jenkin’s sycamore
Don’t you think I’m psycho, Mama?
You can pour me a cup
If you think I’m psycho, mama
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 better let ’em lock me up
You know the little girl next door, Mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Aw, don’t tell me that she’s dead, Mama
Why I just seen her in the park
She was sittin’ on a bench, Mama
Thinking up 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?
Shit. You fucked that up. Missed 7 lines
What a wild ass cover!