I thought that shrinks wore spectacles--had little tiny beards. I thought that shrinks were nuts, and yo, I thought that shrinks were wierd--until the day I met a shrink who forced me to adapt. My biased view of shrinks it seems, was just a bunch of crap. 'Cause the shrink rapped. He danced around and clapped. He rapped into the microphone until his lips were chapped. His musical prescriptions were music to my ears, cause the shrink rapped all my blues away, and rocked away my tears. He rapped about emotions: like fear and guilt and grief. He said to let 'em out would be a way to get relief. Just mix a little rhythm with the music in your soul. The shrink rapped to the rhythm of that good old rock and roll. The shrink rapped. He danced around and clapped. He rapped into the microphone until his lips were chapped. His musical prescriptions were music to my ears, cause the shrink rapped all my blues away, and rocked away my tears. He said, "To err is human. Forgiveness is divine." He rapped upon my brain and then he rapped upon my spine....a modern day Pied Piper, he's Dr. BLT, and if you haven't guessed by now, that rappin' shrink is me. The shrink rapped. He danced around and clapped. He rapped into the microphone until his lips were chapped.