If Every Day Was Tuesday

Every Tuesday morning, I get to go and see
My favorite doctor in the world, cause I'm in therapy.

I sit for several hours, while he writes upon a pad
All the useless jargon that I say that makes me sad.

He questions all the things I say, like he really cares
But he makes lots of money, for each hour that I'm there.

I love to swat at flies and such, that I can only see
I make funny noises and pretend it wasn't me.

When I'm feeling wicked by his unassuming daze
I climb upon the sofa and throw paper wads his way.

I scream and run around the room, I have lots of fun
Until he finally tells me our session is almost done

"So soon, I can't believe it," I act like I am sad
But man, I am so happy when he closes up that pad.

He scheduled me for Fridays, too, he thinks more help I need.
Hey, that okay, another day, that I can go to therapy.