“The Therapy Rap” Written by David Hyde Pierce So you walk into my office and you’re feeling kind of low You’re depressed, confused, and nervous, you’ve got no place to go Well, I’m the one to talk to,I’m the man who understands You just take a hundred fifty bucks and pop it in my hands And hit the couch, hit the couch So you say you **** your mommy and your dad was gone a lot You had intimate relations with your pet dog Spot Now you need some words of wisdom, need some help to find your way Just relax upon my sofa, I know just the thing to say I say, uh-huh… uh-huh… uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Say how’s that make you feel Second verse: There’s a lady on my ledge and she’s looking mighty fine But that chicken suit she’s wearing says she’s out of her mind Lady, step in owing to my window, watch your head, you’ll want to crouch Lay your eggs upon my desk and park your beak upon my couch Hit the couch, hit the couch Now this Chicken Lady’s crazy, there’s no doubt, I needn’t question it She’s a few eggs small of an Easter basket So what’s a man to say to a lady who’s a bird I can solve all of her problems with just one small word I say, uh-huh, say it with me now I say, uh-huh, say it a small louder Now uh-huh, once again uh-huh, once again uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Say how’s that make you feel Here I am rappin’ with my hip new friends They’ll get pilot deals at Fox, I will never work again Here’s a man I’ve been his shrink for seventeen years We’ve shared a lot of laughter …