Chop!
Oh no, Bates is shivvin' miss as woman.
Wait, Bates is a woman?!

He's slittin' women, but he's she
(How strange)
He's in the vestments of that hag mommy
(He's/sh e's shivvin' women)
And he's rakin' with a long tine
(Oh, no!)
He's acting queerly, this boy who's gyn

He must be quite weird. . .a shame;
He's a boy, yes, but he's a dame.
A sister-boy--that's he as she--
He's a cross-dresser; cross, Messer* has she.

Slightly batshit, queer Bates is missus, yet man.
Once patient, he.
Put in a ward till he got "better."
They sent him home way, way too early.

Schiz'd--a woman
Shivving women, looks like he
(Oh dear)
One minute, then he's dressed as hag mommy
He's she: mister/woman
Got a cape with a long hem line
(Too long)
Been acting queerly, this boy, long time

So many dames have passed--bye-bye:
They're in the swamp, where water's high.
"She" did a chop, which made "her" feel stellar,
But grieving "he" put "her" in the cellar.

Sister/faux man
Sister/faux man, caught was s/he
(That's good!)
When thwarted he's decked out like hag mommy
He's she, slittin' woman
She'd gone too far and crossed the line

He's gonna check in as she;
In the bin loony. So Norman
Bates has vanished,
Bates is vanquished,
Bates ain't mannish,
Bates is ma'amish.

It's a woman that we see.

C'mon, deliver the blankey,
Or ma will get cranky--
Mrs. Norman.


*knife