Safka Oh 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 resulting paranoid As the id goes marching on Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free 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 Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Do you drown your superego 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 Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Oh sad is the masochism the vagaries of sex Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks But your analyst will cure you long as you can pay the cheques As the id goes marching on Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free 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 Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free 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 Glory glory psychotherapy glory glory sexuality Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on