| A | | Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant |
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| E | | Who was very rarely | stable |
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Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar |
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| A | | Who could drink you under the | table |
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David Hume could out-consume |
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| D | | Whilhelm Friedrich | Hegel |
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| E | | And | Wittgenstein was a beery swine |
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| A | | Who was just as sloshed as | Schlagel |
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| E | | There's nothin' | Nature didn't teach yer |
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'Bout the raisin' of the wrist |
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| A | F#7 | B7 | | Socrates him | self was | permanently | pissed |
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John Stuart Mill of his own free will |
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On a bottle o' shanty became particularly ill |
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Plato they say, could put it away |
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Half a pint of whiskey every day |
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Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle |
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Hobbes was fond of his dram |
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And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart |
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But Socrates himself is particularly missed |
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A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed |
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