Philosophers song, bara för att jag alltid tjatar om den!

Jag glömmer aldrig vissa filosofer och det är för monthy phyton har gjort dom odödliga på sitt sätt...

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 sloshed as Schlegel

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya 'Bout the raising of the wrist Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed

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