My Psychiatrist
My Psychiatrist
(Mean Mr. Mustard)
My psychiatrist keeps me in the dark,
Thinks it’s such a lark
Diagnosis written on paper.
Has his practice just up the road
Ah, don’t you know he’s such a pro.
With his Freud and Jung, he’s got them all in tow.
Such a secretive man, such a secretive man.
My psychiatrist's sofa is the best,
I just confess, I lie down he listens
He seems to know just what I lack,
Ah, he's got the knack, right on track,
With his ink and pen, he’s bringing sanity
back.
Such a secretive man, such a secretive
man.
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