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Little Hans - Lyrics by Alan Parson Project, The


Lyrics

Freud's youngest patient

Lead vocal: graham dye

Little hans, little hans, what do you see?
The worlds is full of big surprises
Little hans, little hans, what can they be?
They come in many shapes and sizes

Little boys always love to play
But something is not quite right
Little hans won't come out today
He's scared of a horse that might bite

Little hans, little hans, what can it be?
Your thoughts are filled with such confusion
Little hans, little hans when will you see?
You're barking up the wrong conclusion

Professor man asks him oh so nicely
Why will you not come out?
Little hans tells him most politely
What he is thinking about

A ride in a tram, a lily white lamb, raspberry jam
Little hans, little hans, where will you go?
The world is full of compromises
Little hans, little hans, how will you know?
The come in many strange disguises

Professor man shakes his head and wonders
How will he work it out?
Little hans tells him quite precisely
What he's been dreaming about

I jump in the bath, i make myself laugh, i ride a giraffe

Little hans, little hans, i found a clue
I think i've made the right connection
Little hans, little hans, all i can do
Is give a common sense injection

Little boys grow up just like daddy
Professor man has no doubt
Little hans goes to sleep and wonders
What he was talking about