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Aah, look through all these horny key holes,
Aah, look through all these horny peep holes,

Anthony Perkins licks up an ice pick he does lurch near the bedding linen,
Lives for a scream.
Near shower window, stalking the place as he peeps through the jar in the door,
Dressed like a whore.

All these horny peep holes,
He looks just like his mum.
All these lonely fe-moles,
He do them all with prong.

Furthers his "frezy" [1] frighting occurs when this vermin stalks someone so near,
Someone to fear.
Look at him lurking, yarning his stalks late at night while they're washing their hair.
When they are bare.

All these horny key holes,
He looks in on a nun.
All these lonely fe-moles,
His habit's getting strong.

Aah, look in all these horny peep holes,
Aah, look in all these horny key holes,

Norman is sickly: Hides on his perch he's all scarried alarmed and insane,
Bates was his name.
Father's a nazi ripping the skirt from this lad quite in shock from this knave.
Thus is his crave.

All these horny peep holes,
He'll dress just like his mum.
All these lonely fe-moles,
He do them all with prong.