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Eddie Payne

Song Information

First recorded and released by Eddie Noack (1968)

Lyrics

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?