Jolly Old Sigmund Freud |
Anna Russell
I went to my psychiatrist to be psychoanalyzed To find out why I killed the cat and blacked my husband's eyes. He laid me on a downy couch to see what he could find, So this is what he dredge-ed up from my subconscious mind: Chorus: |: Hey, libido, bats in the belfry :| Hey, libido, bats in the belfry Jolly Old Sigmund Freud.
2. When I was one, my mommy hid my dolly in a trunk,
3. At three, I had the feeling of ambivilance towards my brothers, |