I drove along the highway
I have short, blond hair
Have mucho dinero
My name's Marion Crane
Up ahead in the distance
I saw an old neon sign
My head grew heavy, almost out of gas
I had to stop for the night

There I stood in the doorway
But nobody was there
And then some guy from the house next door
Yeah. he came near me, thought he was from Hell
When I got in the shower
He made me pass away
I think he said that his name was Norman
I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Motel, my name's Norman
I am Norman Bates
I am Norman Bates"
Such a such a freaky place
Plenty of room at the Motel, Mr. Norman?
"Every time of year
No nightmares for years"
I think you're a queer

His mind is extremely twisted
Was nothing like my Sam
He doesn't have a single human being
Who is a friend
Then, he ran to his front yard
Got myself wet
Last thing I remember
Someone stabbed me dead

Some dudes called up the Sheriff
"Norm's out of his mind,"
He said,
"He hasn't any mental health since 1949"
Then they sent Norman to the insane asylum
I look back that pitiful old night
And I hear him say

"Welcome to the Motel, my name's Norman
I am Norman Bates
I am Norman Bates"
Such a such a freaky place
They're searching for cash at the Motel owned by Norman
Much to their surprise
Much to their surprise
Money's gone bye-bye

Blood on the ceiling
Pink underwear, Norman
Sheriff said
"We'll make him a prisoner here
He's not very nice"
That kind old Seriff Chambers
He got rid of the beast
Fred Simon knew of Norman's double-life,
But he just couldn't kill this beast

So next time remember
WHen you run toward the door
You have to find the passage back to the place you were before
Stay away from Norman
Please get the (bleep) out and leave
Your fate might be exactly like mine
And you will rest in peace

(Really long guitar solo; the infamous Shower Scene plays during the solo)