Alan Parson Project - Sects Therapy Lyrics
A health warning on some possible pitfalls of psychologyLead vocal: frankie howerdI was lonely and depressedHaving fled the family homeWhen i met an old acquaintanceI had only barely knownAnd i told her over teaOf my worries and my woesAnd a morbid fear of eating beansIn tightly fitting clothesAnd she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for meAnd she knew a mayfair analyst i really ought to seeSo i went round to his roomsAnd he saw me right awayThough he asked a sum of money i could ill afford to payBut i lay down on the couchBy a bowl of flaccid flowersAnd i talked and talked and talked and talkedFor hours and hours and hoursAnd he told me tales of oedipus with great authorityAnd he asked me if my motherWore stiletto heels and rubberAnd i realised that this poor soulWas more confused than meWell the shock was so profoundThat i fled into the strandWhere i saw a hare krishna groupAnd joined in with the bandThis was just the life for meFree of worldly goods and careAnd i chanted and i rantedRound and round trafalgar squareI converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and thereBut the bagwan was so jealousThat he called me over zealousThen he threw me outWhen i refused to cut off all my hair(dr. ruth, dr. ruth, why not write to dr. ruth?)So i wrote to dr. ruthAnd she helpfully proposedI should join a nudist colonyAnd throw away my clothesAll that sun upon my fleshWould set my libido freeAnd would guarentee much more of itWhatever 'it' may beBut i don't feel that i was quite equipped for such a lifeFair of skin just like my sistersToo much sun would give me blistersSo i think i'll turn the whole thing inAnd go home to the wife
