Henry's Songbook

Chorus:
Glory glory psychotherapy
Glory glory sexuality
Glory glory now we can be free
As the Id goes marching on

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 results in paranoid
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

Do you drown your super-ego 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

Oh sad is the masochism the vagaries of sex
Have turned half a population into total nervous wrecks
But your analyst will cure you long as you can pay the cheques
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

Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified
It's really very simple what the psyche tries to hide
A thing is a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide
As the Id goes marching on

[1999:] I have, on vinyl, an old record by John Greenway, author of American folksongs of Protest-- recorded about 1960 or so on which The Psychotherapy Song can be found. He claims to have written the last three verses and gotten the rest from the proverbial Man in the Bar. (Pete Peterson, www.mudcat.org, 30 Jul)