GLORY GLORY PSYCHOTHERAPY
(learned from Charlie Brown in the 1960s; don't know who wrote the words)-the tune is Battle Hymn of the Republic, or John Brown's Body)
Mine eyes have seen the coming of the theories of Freud
Sadism, masochism, all the vagaries of sex
If you seek to drown your troubles in a flood of alcohol
There once was a man who thought his friends to him superior
Does your lonely bed at night feel as chilly as a tomb?
If your body's full of aches and pains that you can't understand,
Freud's mystic language needn't have us mystified
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid
Repression of your impulses can make you paranoid
As the id goes marching on!
Glory, glory, psychotherapy!
Glory, glory, sexuality!
Glory, glory, now we all can be free
As the id goes marching on!
Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks
But your analyst can cure you as long as you can pay the checks
As the id goes marching on!
Glory, glory, psychotherapy...
Oe go chasing after women 'til 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...
And the 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...
Do you curl up 'neath the blankets like a worm in a cocoon?
It's not temperature that bothers you but longing for the womb
As the id goes marching on!
Glory, glory, psychotherapy...
Compound fractures, ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands,
Here's the secret of your trouble, you're in love with your old man!
As the id goes marching on!
Glory, glory, psychotherapy...
He has shown us all the secrets that the ego tries to hide
A thing's a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide,
As the id goes marching on!
Glory, glory, psychotherapy...