His destiny is a killing thing, I guess
He was meant to spree
His mom hates whores, belittles those ladies
And made her child agree
He's got no friends cause they feel he's creepy, like Halloween
But he: sick of gettin' real put down
And he's feelin' mean

Norman, mister slice guy
Norman, mister me-e-e-ean
All gore, but looks so shy
Prey, slay, he's sick, make you scre-e-e-eam

There is no end 'cause he's path-o-lo-gic, it's Halloween
And he will be wearing his mom's gown
It's time, a killer queen

Norman, mister slice guy
Norman, killer que-e-e-een
Go gore, he's a mom's guy
Prey, slay, he's sick, make you scre-e-e-eam

He did slicing, some of Meg today
He hacked on her thighs
He's been clothed now in mom's special girdle
And he gets a rise
He went to search, in the street, slow
For any bloody foes; doom impends when he
He lets his knife free
And pumps in many blows
She bled...

Norman, mister slice guy
Norman, cuttin' cle-e-e-ean
Goes for, all the whore types
Prey, slay, he's sick, make you scre-e-e-eam

Norman, mister slice guy
Norman, killer que-e-e-een
Show whores, he's a mom's guy
Prey, slay, he's sick, make you scre-e-e-e, scre-e-e-e, scre-e-e-eeeeeam!