Freud
Sally was a silly girl
she was my little baby sister
she talked just like a waterfall
she was as useful as a blister
had to drag her all around town
my friends got so annoyed
nowadays she’s psycoanalists
and teaches Sigmund Freud
had I only known
about your headache on the phone
had I known about your sorrow
I could’ve called back tomorrow
but you were such a dotie
you couldn’t say: oh no, dear
you couldn’t say: just shut up, dear
my headache’s killing me
Dany was a wild guy
prince charming of the fake twins
their reputation walked ahead of me
whatever I would begin
aren’t you the sister of that
Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid ?
now he’s into real estate
no way would I admit
had I only seen
the frustration there had been
I could’ve told my doctor
he could’ve come around and talked to you
but you were such a mousy
you couldn’t say : I feel lousy
you didn’t say just go away
my heartache' s killing me
Sparky was a wild bazooka
he was the larger of the boys
his look as fierce as fire
explosives were his favourite toys
had to drag him all around town
from age two to the peak of my voice
they said I was responsible
say did I have a choice?
had I only heard
all the trouble and alert
had I heard you say, you’re sick of it
I could’ve taken the burden off you
but you were such a cutie,
you never said: now I am off duty
you never said: go away evryone
I need to be alone!
If I only were a single child
I need to be alone. . . .
Sparky, get off that tree there! Sally! Dany It’s time for you to go to bed now!
and let's just be peaceful, I'll read out a book to you, shhh,...don’t let the bedbugs bite you!