Dear Dr Freud,
I must admit I’ve never been a fan
There’s something kinda creepy
In all that Lolita jazz
I mean yeah, I have daddy issues
(And mommy issues,
And issues with people in general),
But I assure you my cigars are just cigars,
and not the least bit Oedipal
But you must have been on to something
Especially in the field of dreams
Cos when I turn to psychoanalysis
To put myself to sleep
I find I’m counting penises
Instead of electric sheep.