Well, there’s always Cat Stevens:
I am being followed by Carl Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow. I’m
Psychoanalyzin’ with Carl Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow.
And if I ever lose my mind, cognitively misaligned
My anima left far behind, oh if … I won’t have to think no more.
And if I ever lose the memes that help me navigate my dreams
And “what is” isn’t what it seems, oh if … I won’t have to sense no more.
I am being followed by Carl Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow. We’re
Collectively unconscious with Carl Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow.
And if my psyche goes to pot, my whole symbolic world is shot
My poor persona starts to rot, oh if … I won’t have to feel no more.
And if I ever, in this state, fail to individuate
And introversion is my fate, oh if … I won’t have to grow no more.
The archetypes that bind me, don’t yield the simple fact
Why can’t my shadow find me, if opposites attract?
Analysis is much more fun with Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow. 'Cause
A sultry Latin mama is Carl Jung’s shadow,
Jung’s shadow, Jung’s shadow.
Yo te quiero, Jung’s shadow!