Lyrics I was lonely and depressed Having fled the family home When I met an old acquaintance I had only barely known And I told her over tea Of my worries and my woes And a morbid tear of eating beans In tightly fitting clothes And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me And she knew a Mayfair analyst I really ought to see So I went round to his rooms And he saw me right away Though he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay But I lay down on the couch By a bowl of a flaccid flowers And I talked and talked and talked and talked For hours and hours and hours And he told me tales of Oedipus with great authority And he asked me if my mother Wore stiletto heels and rubber And I realised that this poor soul Was more confused than me Well,the shock was so profound That I fled into the strand Where I saw a Hare Krishna group And joined in with the band This was just the life for me Free of worldly goods and care And I chanted and I ranted Round and round Trafalgar Square I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there But the bagwan was so jealous That he called me over zealous Then he threw me out When I refused to cut off all my hair (Dr Ruth Dr.Ruth,why not we write to Dr.Ruth) So I wrote to Dr.Ruth and she felpfully proposed I should join a nudist colony And threw away my clothes All that sun upon my flesh would set my libido free and would guarantee much more of it Whatever It may be But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life Fear of skin just like my sisters too much sun would give me blisters So I think I'll turn the whole thing in and go home to the wine Oh she is a funny woman She gets turned on by barbed wire Yes! I-oooooh!
Ahahaha ! So funny ! 😀
👍👍👍☮️
great song, for some odd reason it makes me think of Benny Hill.
Yep!
Lyrics
I was lonely and depressed
Having fled the family home
When I met an old acquaintance
I had only barely known
And I told her over tea
Of my worries and my woes
And a morbid tear of eating beans
In tightly fitting clothes
And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me
And she knew a Mayfair analyst I really ought to see
So I went round to his rooms
And he saw me right away
Though he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay
But I lay down on the couch
By a bowl of a flaccid flowers
And I talked and talked and talked and talked
For hours and hours and hours
And he told me tales of Oedipus with great authority
And he asked me if my mother
Wore stiletto heels and rubber
And I realised that this poor soul
Was more confused than me
Well,the shock was so profound
That I fled into the strand
Where I saw a Hare Krishna group
And joined in with the band
This was just the life for me
Free of worldly goods and care
And I chanted and I ranted
Round and round Trafalgar Square
I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there
But the bagwan was so jealous
That he called me over zealous
Then he threw me out
When I refused to cut off all my hair
(Dr Ruth Dr.Ruth,why not we write to Dr.Ruth)
So I wrote to Dr.Ruth and she felpfully proposed
I should join a nudist colony
And threw away my clothes
All that sun upon my flesh would set my libido free and would guarantee much more of it
Whatever It may be
But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life
Fear of skin just like my sisters too much sun would give me blisters
So I think I'll turn the whole thing in and go home to the wine
Oh she is a funny woman
She gets turned on by barbed wire
Yes!
I-oooooh!