The Viennese Drinking Song

Wherever we go, there's id and there's ego

the conflicts we never outgrow.

Anxiety's built on repression and guilt

(ask any good Catholic you know).

There are feelings inside which are felt and denied

and in trying to hide them we find

that the ones we repress are the ones we express

(and they tell me it's all in my mind).

And we sing ya, ya, ya, ya

So many things to avoid

Ya, ya, ya, ya

the gospel according to Freud

One day my kid came to me straight from his therapy,

(used to be strictly gestalt)

He said "I'm not complainin' but my toilet trainin'

was rough so you're really at fault"

Perhaps if I'd waited he'd not be fixated

I wish that I'd made it a game

So I owe an apology... thank you, psychology

My fault the kid is insane

Our sons want to marry us. Freud says the Oedipus

complex is strong and it's real.

These boys cause a ruckus; they all want to -shall we say feel?-

what they ought not to feel

Between father and son there's a war to be won

over mama's affectionate glance

Says pop to his kid, "What's this crap about id?

Keep your impulses inside your pants"