Pretty Sane am I, According to My Therapist

Tune: John Lennon's and Paul McCartney's "Penny Lane"

Pretty sane am I, according to my therapist;
And, after all, I think a doctor should know.
He says the symptoms that come and go
Hardly ever show.

I've a "friend" who seems to think that he's Napoleon;
A little voice has told him Waterloo is his.
Now, he doesn't know whose voice it is—
But it isn't God!
Very odd.

Fairly sane;
At least, for now—
But count to ten:
Marbles may be lost; and who knows when
Them suckers might come back?

I'm pretty sane, compared to what I was a year ago;
I was convinced that I was father to a prince.
But now, I haven't been brainwashed since.
(Maybe just a rinse.)

Fairly sane—
Or more, or less;
And now and then.
(—Have to count from one to ten,
And then, by threes, count back.)

From time to time, my super-ego goes on walkabout,
And when it does, there's Mephistopheles to pay.
In fact, it happened just yesterday.
(Oh, well.) Any-way—

Pretty sane—except, of course, in an election year.
I start to wonder where the candidates are from.
Do you suppose they once had a Mum—
Or a giant pod?
Very odd.

Fairly sane
From 6:00 a.m.
To half past ten.
Later—all collected, once again!
(Now out in paperback!)

Fairly sane—
But, on a scale
Of one to ten,
Mental, more than most of mortal men.

[Choose one, or ad lib.:]
• Quasi-rational.
• Semi-sensible.
• Pseudo-logical.
• Psycho-regular.