The traditional Greek drinking song:

I’ve just been listening to the CD of We’re All Dead, a show I saw in New York in December on the recommendation of my friend Todd Seavey. One of the good songs in the show is “The Traditional Greek Drinking Song,” which begins:

Dress me up in a tunic, boys,
Dress me up in some sandals,
Dress me up in a toga ’till
Our country’s sacked by the Vandals,

Let’s make fun of some Stoics, boys,
Spell my name with a theta,
Kill a few scholars with hemlock, boys,
Because there’s nothing greater,

Except for girls,
And teenage boys,
There’s nothing greater except for girls and teenage boys.

The show is a retelling of the Oedipus story, Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis,” and Hamlet. One of the other songs is called “I’m a Giant Bug / Are You Really a Giant Bug? / I Lost My Job Because I’m a Giant Bug.”