Budweiser or Psychoanalyzer
By 1stpoet
Budwieser or PsychoanalyzerNow tell me, who needs a shrinkI'll just sit and nurse my drinkshare my thoughts as the music playsremember my fonder daysThe brew is drawn, as voices singI hear a sad song on the juke box ringspill out the contents of my troubled heartand let the mental healing startI got asked about Sigmund Freudtried him once, said I was voidI lacked emotion, was out of touchand I paid that man to darn muchSaid that my mom was to blameThat I had a complex, shame shame shameI'd much more just have a beercuz that ole geezer said I was queerSo I sit, and drink my aleand with a tear tell my taleI'm sitting on my favorite stooland my own thoughts I can rule.William Dawes Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 11:03 AM PST 0 • 14
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"Budwieser or PsychoanalyzerNow tell me, who needs a shrinkI'll just sit and nurse my drinkshare my thoughts as the music playsremember my fonder daysThe brew is drawn, as voices singI hear a sad song on the juke box ringspill out the contents of my troubled heartand let the mental healing startI got asked about Sigmund Freudtried him once, said I was voidI lacked emotion, was out of touchand I paid that man to darn muchSaid that my mom was to blameThat I had a complex, shame shame shameI'd much more just have a beercuz that ole geezer said I was queerSo I sit, and drink my aleand with a tear tell my taleI'm sitting on my favorite stooland my own thoughts I can rule.William Dawes..."