Norman Bates

Norman Bates, Norman Bates In 'Mother Mode” and quite irate He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel Spend the night at your own expense Never come back, ladies and gents Step into the shower, get stabbed in the back 'Mother's orders” - you've been whacked Try to run, try to hide You were already dead when you stepped inside Norman Bates, Norman Bates In 'Mother Mode” and quite irate He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel Call the cops to investigate the scene There's something strange about Mrs. B. Not sure where to place the blame Mother and son are one and the same It seems the poor boy lost his mind On that fateful night that Mommy died Norman Bates, Norman Bates In 'Mother Mode” and quite irate He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel It's too late! Norman Bates!