Don't take this as a flippant quip
But you know what's showing?
Your Freudian Slip
You may think you're ultra hip
But your subconscious speaks
Through the words that slip
When you're flustered, try to get a grip
But you only make it worse
Over your tongue you trip
Don't bother trying to zip your lip
Let it all out from under
Your Freudian Slip
Jungian Drawers
This is no mere jest or hype
But you're my kind of archetype
Cast upon Plutonian shores
What showing? It's my Jungian Drawers
The Collective Unconscious is how I know
That you love me, and boy, it shows
Freud and Adler are such wretched bores
To you, I'll toss my Jungian Drawers
