Camille West - The Viennese Drinking Song lyrics

Wherever we go, there's id and there's ego The conflicts we never outgrow Anxiety's built on repression and guilt (ask any good Catholic you know) There are feelings inside which are felt and denied And in trying to hide them we find That the ones we repress are the ones we express (and they tell me it's all in my mind) And we sing ya, ya, ya, ya So many things to avoid Ya, ya, ya, ya The gospel according to Freud One day my kid came to me straight from his therapy (used to be strictly gestalt) He said "I'm not complainin' but my toilet trainin' Was rough so you're really at fault" Perhaps if I'd waited he'd not be fixated I wish that I'd made it a game So I owe an apology... thank you, psychology My fault the kid is insane Our sons want to marry us. Freud says the Oedipus Complex is strong and it's real These boys cause a ruckus; they all want to -shall we say feel?- What they ought not to feel Between father and son there's a war to be won Over mama's affectionate glance Says pop to his kid, "What's this crap about id? Keep your impulses inside your pants"