An old man with nowhere to go Lay down on the side of the road He slept and dreamed he wasn't there He dreamed he was a millionaire
It doesn't snow or rain in the land of Cockayne
And after that old man awoke The first person to whom he spoke Was a psychoanalyst, a shrink Who said ' I'll help you, but first think, And tell me in your sorry plight, Exactly what you dreamed last night'
The old man replied. He said 'I don't know why you care, I dreamed I was a millionaire'
The shrink explained what the dream had meant: 'Your dream has symbolic content The millionaire is a symbol of your father' 'A symbol, you say, of my father?' the old man said. 'This is so strange' Then he asked the shrink for some change.