This place isn’t homely
I don’t know exactly
I’m getting pretty lonely
But I’m now Psycho for Candy
I’m living in gluttony
I’ll trade sunlight for honey
I’ve got no money
Yet I’m Psycho for Candy
Beg cash from Daddy
Put weight on badly
Eating so sadly
Still Psycho for Candy
Possessed by anxiety
Obsessed, I’m depravity
They think that I’m crazy
I’m just Psycho for Candy
I’m writing this medley
Then I’ll get hit by a Bentley
It won’t hurt bad
But I wish it was deadly
Peace, Love and Cowbells,
Oscar