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Hello young fella my name is Fred Freud |
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I hear you suffer neurotic afflictions, |
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you act like a boy but you're really a man |
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could your mama have caused these conditions? |
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No kisses are poses can cure your neurosis or set a new time on your clock, |
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have a few drinks tonight |
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go start a fight you just need a shot |
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of some Bach! |
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Hello young lady my name is Fred Freud |
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I hear you suffer from neurvous connipcions, |
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I come in your life to brighten your days |
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to write you a sterling prescription. |
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Your mind is all boozy |
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constricted and boozy |
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the pounding you hear is your own heart! |
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Go buy a red sweater the more you feel beter |
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you just need a shot of Mozart! |
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Hello young crazy my name is Fred Freud |
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you say you suffer a serial syndrome, |
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but only kills snakes that nests in your mind |
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that look like your father and ... |
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Lady you know in the black down below |
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goes by the name of Miss Pinsky, |
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thinks she's queen of the block |
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but she only play rock |
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what you need is a shot of Stravinsky! |
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Hey that ain't Stravinsky! |
