Who's that riding into the sun,
Who's the man with an itchy gun,
Who's the man who kills for fun?
Psychodad!
Who's that man who sleeps with a gun?
But he does love his son,
Killed his wife 'cause she weighed a ton...
Psychodad!
A little touched, or so we're told,
Killed his wife 'cause she had a cold,
Might as well, she was gettin' old...
Psychodad!
Who's the tall dark stranger there,
The one with the gun and the icy stare,
The one with the scalp of his ex-wife's hair?
Psychodad!
Who's that riding across the plain,
Who's lost count of the wives he's slain,
Who is the man who's plum insane?
Psychodad!