Who's that riding in the sun?
Who's the man with the itchy gun?
Well, who's the man who kills for fun?
Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
A little touched or so we're told.
Killed his wife 'cause she had a cold.
Might as well, she was gettin' old.
Psy-cho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
He's quick with a gun, and his job ain't done.
Killed his wife by twenty-one
Shot her 'cause she weighed a ton
Psy-cho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad!
Who's the tall, dark stranger there.
The one with the gun and the icy stare.
Holding the scalp of his ex-wife's hair.
Psy-cho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad
Psy-cho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad
Psy-cho Dad, Psycho Dad, Psycho Dad.
Writer(s): Michael Andreas, Michael Moye
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