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Psycho Suzie Lyrics


Brian Setzer Psycho Suzie

I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
I left her hangin' out with some old floozy
They just stayed out all night
They had a doozie
I'm tellin' you, man
My mama's not too choosey
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
When my mama starts to rock 'n' roll
She don't wanna come home
Well, bless her soul
I went out alone last night
To have myself a drink
Mama, she wanted to come along
I didn't have time to think
The last time that I took her there
She pushed me to the brink
She talked too loud
She drank too much
And she thrеw up in the sink
Well
We just got in thе front door
I took her by the hand
She said get me a shot and a beer my man, and a seat right by the band
The band was playing
Some crazy tunes and they started to rock 'n' roll
Mama jumped up and shook her hips and she started to lose control
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
I left her hangin' out with some old floozy
They just stayed out all night
They had a doozie
I'm tellin' you, man
My mama's not too choosey
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
When my mama starts to rock 'n' roll
She don't wanna come home
Well, bless her soul
I left my mama there
There's too much drama there (Ooh, we)
I left my mama there
She just don't seem to care (About me)
Shake your hips, mama
Show 'em what you got
'Cause mama likes to rock 'n' roll
And I mean she likes it a lot
Shimmy shimmy mama
Shimmy shimmy shake
But if you're gonna do that
I'm gonna leave you flat
'Cause I've had all that I can take
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
She likes to drink
A little too much boozy
I pick her up, man, when she gets snoozy
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
When my mama starts to rock 'n' roll
She don't wanna come home
Well, bless her soul
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
I left her hangin' out with some old floozy
They just stayed out all night
They had a doozie
I'm tellin' you, man
My mama's not too choosey
I left my mama down at Psycho Suzie's
When my mama starts to rock 'n' roll
She don't wanna come home
Well, bless her soul
When my mama starts to rock 'n' roll
She don't wanna come home
Well, bless her soul


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