I have no other model but myself to play
I'm a man from birth, you won't turn me away
When I'm with you why do I feel this way?
You drive me wild and we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
What shall we call our game?
It needs a charming name
"Industry and spirit"
We'll go off if we get near it
These people need time off
I thought readers like to look
Tearing pages from the book
And we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
I think it's important that you spend some time
Make it in your prime
Something's come up, I hope I'm not too late
You see I'm feeling like a hero
But I'm not so great
I've tried writing it down
Walking it off, shouting it out
What am I talking about?
And we mix the dark passions
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?
I think it's important that you spend some time
Make it in your prime
Oh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right?
Is the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart?
You can watch me as I slip
You can watch me as I slide
But the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hide
How can the labouring man find time for self-culture?The Philosopher's Song
(Monty Python)
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am"
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!
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