That shy boy, make-girls-die boy—
Wicked and a knifer.
Tell-lies boy make-girls-die boy;
He’s gonna manifest mom’s ire.

Talkin’ ’bout crazed now,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates,
Jackin’ off, peepin’ through wall, ’bates;
Janet can’t Leigh. . .he ’bates.

His mommy scolds him; mommy’s
Wicked bitch inciter.
As mommy he goes; mommy
Manifests through her boy her ire.

Feet on the ground! No!
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Once in the hatch when little,
Now jacket’s off—female waits.

Talkin’ ’bout crazed now,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Jackin’ off, peepin’, but mom hates.
Janet—that seals her fate.

Not right.

See mommy go on the attack—
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Janet’s dead before she hits the sack;
For Janet, it’s not her day.

Shy little boy gets gore, whittle boy
Got girl dead. . .no life, her.
Mom, wicked girl’d told her little boy
To use a knife, not pistol fire.

Talkin’ ’bout crazed now,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Janet’s gone; peepin’ ’round, this pain
Damn dick comes. . .he’s slain.

He cuts ’em down, this dead-bird clown,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Mom wears the pants and leads him around—
Jacket’s off. . .mom’s threads wait.

Watch out! His motel eschew,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Each day it seems he’s got one less screw—
He has his jammies on during day.

Talkin’ ’bout crazed now,
Psycho, psycho Norm Bates.
Jabbers not. . .blanket, got chilblains—
Slaps it not. . .fly ain’t slain.