Screeching Weasel - Bates Motel lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Bates Motel lyrics]
MOTHER: Norman!
Got twelve rooms, twelve vacancies
You can do just what you please
Just don't get Mother too irate
Never call me Master Bates
A man should have a hobby, it's true
Got so bored, I needed something to do
So I sharpened Mother's cutlery
Now everywhere I look, it's blood I see no
MOTHER: Norman? Norman?
NORMAN: Mother? Mother? What, Mother? What?
Mother's not a fruit, but she's gotta go down
Down to the cellar so she won't be found
Know it's not right, but I just can't tell
Of the nasties that go on in the Bates Motel
No, no!
Got twelve rooms, twelve vacancies
You can do just what you please
Just don't get Mother too irate
Never call me Master Bates
A man should have a hobby, it's true
Got so bored, I needed something to do
So I sharpened Mother's cutlery
Now everywhere I look, it's blood I see no
MOTHER: Norman? Norman?
NORMAN: Mother? Mother? What, Mother? What?
Mother's not a fruit, but she's gotta go down
Down to the cellar so she won't be found
Know it's not right, but I just can't tell
Of the nasties that go on in the Bates Motel
No, no!