Psycho

I was the one you all lied about, told stories about, and cruelly labeled with that Psycho nickname,
For I know that Bobbino told you I changed-and you believed him, oh how lame!
Yes, he was right, I spent that "winter in Virginia" doing that "big strip tease."
For anyone who just said, "hey, Psycho, please!"
But what can you do when the only employment you can find,
Is a job of the catering kind
And what if the only thing that you hear,
Is language that would make many a sailor jeer.
So I had to pray to the BIG BOSS,
And perhaps that is why my voice was lost.
But at least my language was no longer to be feared,
Oh, some of you thought that I too intently had cheered.
You had no idea why I didn't have a voice,
Or that really I was not given a choice.
I knew it left me in O'Fallon,
This is the truth that I am a tallin'.
Now I could go on and on with my verse,
But that just might make me silently curse.
Because it never got me a first at state,
Instead I just filled up with hate.
You need a captain, oh a captain to go to that,
Oh, how I wanted to beat that judge with a bat
And so, yes, I did go insane,
While Sylvia and Ann roared through my brain!