It was in the year nineteen hundred i Vienna
a strange patient knocked at Sigmund Freud´s door
and doctor Freud stod there with a bewildered look
when the patient turned out to be a duck
a duck, dressed in a sailor´s hat and jumper
and he wanted to lie down on doctor Freud´s couch

And doctor Freud said It can be done, I have a waiting list
but the duck demanded to start the analysis immediately
and said It will be once, the first and last time
and if you are a good doctor I will be helped from my trouble
And Freud laughed up his sleeve and thougt of the dying swan
when the duck stretched out upon the doctor´s couch

The duck sighed and said a quack and started to tell
how it feels to be the notorious Donald Duck
I remind you of something bestial, something that people suppress
and it is my anger and my frustration that you want to see
I completely lack the ability to learn from things that go wrong
and I make the same mistakes over and over again

I fall in every pitfall on my way, it is so tiring
that always I`m the one that everyone finds ridiculous
and that I´m the target of every one´s mockery
I think I´m the most cruelly exposed fool in the whole world

Doctor Freud slowly rubbed his beard
this probably was the worst case he had been up to
Something traumatic had happened when this duck came out of the egg
so much can go wrong when ducks are hatched
Time went by and it was late and doctor Freud went very tired
he happened to fall asleep for a short while, just for a second

and when he looked up again the duck was gone
and doctor Freud wondered if all of it was something he had dreamed
a case that baffled his analysis, a case he had better simply to forget
But even an expert in dreams has nightmares sometimes
he fell asleep and dreamed thas he was in the future, in the USA
and the notorious Donald was President