Wherever we go, there's id and there's ego  the conflicts we never outgrow.  Anxiety's built on repression and guilt  (ask any good Catholic you know).  There are feelings inside which are felt and denied  and in trying to hide them we find  that the ones we repress are the ones we express  (and they tell me it's all in my mind).    (Chorus)  And we sing ya, ya, ya, ya  So many things to avoid  Ya, ya, ya, ya  the gospel according to Freud    One day my kid came to me straight from his therapy,  (used to be strictly gestalt)  He said "I'm not complainin' but my toilet trainin'  was rough so you're really at fault"  Perhaps if I'd waited he'd not be fixated  I wish that I'd made it a game  So I owe an apology... thank you, psychology  My fault the kid is insane    (Chorus)    Our sons want to marry us. Freud says the Oedipus  complex is strong and it's real.  These boys cause a ruckus; they all want to -shall we say feel?-  what they ought not to feel  Between father and son there's a war to be won  over mama's affectionate glance  Says pop to his kid, "What's this crap about id?  Keep your impulses inside your pants"    (Chorus)