Does this ever happen to you? You have song lyrics tucked in the back of your head from decades ago and they pop up at the weirdest moments. So it was when I was writing a recent post on Lingamish. Originally I was going to call it “Why Biblical Language Professors Should Wear Funny Hats.” But then I thought I’d hold on to that gem for a possible later post. Hmmm, what to call this thing. How about “Freaks don’t want no Greek”??? It would require adding a paragraph at the end using the word “freak” to tie the whole thing together but I kinda like it! And that was how the post Freaks Don’t Want No Greek got its name.
I’m always a little nervous when I throw around cultural references like that without actually checking them. There’s some pretty strange stuff tucked away between my ears. I was a total wild man in high school. Beer bongs! Crazy parties! And then I got powerfully and blissfully saved. I started to see all that stupidity for what it really was: stupid! I’ve never been drunk since and being filled with the Holy Spirit has been a much better high (no mood swings, barfing, etc.). The straight and narrow is a sweeter path than weaving down country roads seeing double.
So I had a chance to track down the lyrics to that old song. It’s by the Eagles and you know what? It’s a great commentary on the emptiness of a full keg!
Here’s a little snippet courtesy of www.azlyrics.com:
There was beer all over the dance floor
and the band was playin’ rhythm and blues
You got down and did the gator, and half
an hour later, you were barfin’ all over your
Girlfriend’s shoes.
But the Greeks don’t want no freaks.
The Greeks don’t want no freaks
Just put a little smile on them rosy
cheeks,
‘Cause the Greeks don’t want no freaks.
Even though I’m a bit of a softy on “sipping saints” and the rest, I’ve seen alcohol ruin a lot of people’s lives, including my step-father’s and my grandfather’s.
Sorry for the temperance preaching, I don’t normally go in for that sort of thing…
