Norman, screw-ew-ew-ew loose,
Norman, loo-oo-oo-oon's loose,
Norman/woman, mom's love.

Janet talks with Norm, alone about the crone. . .
"Put in home?"
He don't like this thought; he'll intone
"No snarling gorgon
Is my mother," he says, "although
Sometimes she'll go a bit mad." So
He dons dress and puts on a show
As crazy woman.

Norman sometimes is a him,
Norman sometimes sports a hem,
Norman's schizo. . .gets that yen,
Norman shows that tart it's wrong
To tempt the "him"; mom taunts within: "Go!"

Norman, screw-ew-ew-ew loose,
Norman, loo-oo-oo-oon's loose,
Norman/woman, mom's love.

Mommy tells him, "Don't temp fate,
'cause you want a date
With that girl. Wait!
I want you to and eviscerate
That brazen woman."

Momma is his only love;
His impulses get a shove:
Puts on a dress but no gloves 'n'. . .
Shivvin'. . .luggin'. . .trunk then. . .mud in.

Norman, screw-ew-ew-ew loose,
Norman, loo-oo-oo-oon's loose,
Norman/woman, mom's love.