PSYCHO (Leon Payne) George Jones - 1969 Jack Kittel - 1973 Elvis Costello & The Attractions - 1981 Beasts Of Bourbon - 1984 Teddy Thompson (feat. in the re-make of the film "Psycho") - 1998 The Western Caravan featuring Thirsty Dave - 2001 Also recorded by: T. Tex Edwards: Eddie Noack. Can Mary fry some fish, Mama I'm as hungry as can be Oh lord, how I wish, Mama You could stop the baby cryin' '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 Jacob's sycamore 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 You better let 'em lock me up Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama As I might squeeze him too tight I'm havin' 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 Oh, you recall that little girl, 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 of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama 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 Mama why don't you get up? ****** As recorded by Beast Of Bourbon: Can Mary fry some fish, mama 'Cause I'm as hungry as can be Oh Lordy, how I wish, Mama You could kep that baby quiet 'cause my head is killin' 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 Jacob'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 better let 'em lock me up Don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama 'Cause I might squeeze him too tight I'm havin' crazy dreams again, Mama So let me tell you 'bout last night I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama Standin' 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 Well, don't tell me she's dead, Mama 'Cause I just saw her in the park We were sittin' on a bench, Mama Thinking of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama 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 Mama why don't you get up? ****** As recorded by Eddie Noack: 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's killin' me I seen my ex again 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 Standin' 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'd better let 'em lock me up You know the little girl next door, Mama I think her name is Betty Clark Aah, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama Why, I just seen her in the park Shw was sittin' on a bench, Mama Thinking up a game to play Seems I was holdin' 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 somethin' to me, Mama Mama..............FADE ****** Christmas version as recorded by The Western Caravan feat. Thirsty Dave: C'mon down off your sled, Santa 'Cause I'm feelin' low and blue All the folks 'round here are dead, Santa And I could use someone to talk to and it might as well be you I been dressin' up like you, Santa At a big department store I met some little boys and girls, Santa I brought 'em home and they're buried underneath my kitchen floor You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa You think I'm not as good as you If you think I'm psycho, Santa There ain't a whole lot you can do I turned on my radio, Santa And I heard a big old choir Singin' pretty Christmas songs, Santa And it just set my brain on fire That's my Mama over there, Santa Don't get around much since she died I got my stocking hung with care, Santa Still got my Mama's leg inside You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa You think that I was born to lose If you think I'm psycho, Santa There ain't a whole lot you can do Oh, doncha try to leave, Santa And don't go near the telephone It's a lonely Christmas Eve, Santa And you and I are here alone They had a party down the street, Santa They didn't want me comin' 'round They were sittin' down to eat, Santa And then their house burned to the ground You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa I'm sorry that I broke your leg You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa Santa Claus, I wanta hear you beg Santa, talk to me That's a good boy, Santa......FADE ****** All transcriptions by Mel Priddle - November 2008)