Oh, Lizzie's got it bad again...
(Put it down, Lizzie.)
And this girl needs a...blah, blah, blah
(Mighty good shrink), I am sure.
Now she's trying to save face,
But brought her ax, too, just in case
Sigmund gets too sassy to endure.
(Put it down, Lizzie.)

And the doctor's scared silly now.
(I said, put it down.)
He'd like to ...Blah, blah, blah,
(Lock her up) in a padded cell.
He isn't too perplexed with her.
He just knows he is next with her.
Sometimes a doctor's work is "shear" hell.
(She won't put it down.)
(Okay, get the jacket.)