Stick Martin - Sigmund Lyrics

Seven telephones are ringing
Answered by a machine
A prerecorded message singing
Simply fades into the scene

I don't have everything that I need at my fingertips
But I'll play rhythm every time it's your lead
Freud Slips out through your lips

I guess I leave my name and number
As instructed at the beep
Can't ever wake me from a slumber
If I never get to sleep

I think I hear someone knocking
But I know it's not for me
When the news came, it seemed so shocking
I guess I just refused to see
I guess I just refused to see