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Biochemistry, Biochemistry

(To the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree”)

Biochemistry Biochemistry
I wish that I were wiser
I feel I’m in way o’er my head
I need a new advisor

My courses really shouldn’t be
Such metabolic misery
Biochemistry Biochemistry
I wish that I were wiser

Biochemistry Biochemistry
Reactions make me shiver
They’re in my heart and in my lungs
They’re even in my liver

I promise I would not complain
If I could store them in my brain
Biochemistry Biochemistry
I wish that I were wiser

Biochemistry Biochemistry
I’m truly in a panic
The mechanisms murder me
I should have learned organic

For all I have to memorize
I ought to win the Nobel Prize.
Biochemistry Biochemistry
I wish that I were wiser

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Your Way

And now, we’re standing here,

The end of months of planning.

My friends, I have a fear

This isn’t good, notwithstanding

Protein Wonderland

(To the tune of “Winter Wonderland”)

Mechan-i-sm . . determines
How an en . . zyme is workin’

Wet Christmas

(to the tune of “White Christmas”)

I’m screaming ‘bout a wet Christmas
It happens almost every year
When the skies are gray out

B-DNA

PhosphatesAre in nucleotidesI say phosphatesCover bases insideI say phosphatesSpan the 5 and 3 primesThere’s no need-to-be-all-mixed-up
BasesCarry info you seeI say basesAre all complement’ryI say basesLike A,T,G and CThey have got-to-be–all-paired-up
It’s fun to play with some B-DNAIt’s got a boatload of G-C-T-AIt’s got everythingA polymerase needsWhen you melt all the A’s and T’s
It’s fun to play with some B-DNAIt’s got a boatload of G-C-T-AYou can make RNAsWith a po-ly-mer-aseJust by pairing up U’s with A’s

Hood River

(To the tune of “Moon River”)

Hood River
Surfers in the breeze

My Old Enzymes

(To the tune of “Auld Lang Syne”)

Whene’er my proteins go kaput
If they are past their prime.

All My Junk Mail

(To the tune of “All My Loving”)

Click your mouse, you’ll regret it
On links for free credit

I Wanna Understand

(To the tune of “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”)

I ask why - many questions
And so I raise my hand

A Loan Again, Naturally

(To the tune of “Alone Again Naturally”)

A crisis is about to blow
With the bankers holding all the dough

Battle Hymn of Biochemistry

(To the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”)

By now you know the story of the respiratory stew
Where the fatty acids get chopped up in units two by two

Make It Stop

(To the tune of “Let It Snow”)

So the forecast says much more raining
It’s of this that I’m complaining

Voodoo Donuts

(To the tune of “My Guy”)

There’s nothing I know
That sets me aglow like VooDoo

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