(Lyrics by Lauren and Mark Arnest. Copyright 1998.)
When they talk about the gods
Going best to worst
Ain't it strange that they never mention the first
(And my personal favorite)?
Let us now give praise to love
And each have his say
'Cause every god, every god has his day.
You got high love
You got low love
I'll tell you why love
Is the finest god of all.
What does loving give you?
It gives a sense of shame and pride.
A lover would rather die
Than have his guy
See him run and hide
That is why an army
Made up of lovers and their beaus
Would vanquish all their foes
(Military drums, fifes etc.)
Wherever love goes.
(chorus) You got high love
You got low love
And this guy love
Is the highest love of all.
(Phaedrus alone, spoken) Here's the low love:
(sung) Where does loving take you?
If necessary, straight to hell
A man will brave the depths so Stygian
For a sweet youth callipygian
Even ladies will go to Hades
If it will benefit their maties
The gods will bless them all
Wherever love goes
(chorus) You got high love
You got low love
This is why love
Is the finest god of all.
(Phaedrus) Now I've told you all I know
And I haven't lied
Loves' the source of all of our shame and our pride
(Especially the latter).
And this virtue when it comes
Makes everything okay.
'Cause every god, every god has his
(chorus) Every god, every god has his
(Phaedrus) Every god (chorus) has his day.