Psychotherapy

Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud

He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid

Repression of the impulses resuling paranoid

As the id goes marching on

Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality

Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

There was a man who thought his friends to him were all superior

And this complex he imagined made life drearier and drearier

Till his analyst assured him that he really was inferior

As the id goes marching on

Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality

Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Do you drown your superego in a flood of alcohol or something else

And go running after women till you're just about to fall

You may think you're having fun but you're not having fun at all

As the id goes marching on

Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality

Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Oh sad is the masochism, the vagaries of sex

Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks

But your analyst will cure you, long as you can pay the cheques

As the id goes marching on

Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality

Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Is your body plagued by aches and pains that you can't understand

Compound fractures ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands

There's a secret to your trouble: You're in love with your old man

As the id goes marching on

Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality

Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified

It's really very simple what the psyche tries t