Hark the Sucrose

(To the tune of “Hark the Herald”) / Recording by Tim Karplus
YouTube Video HERE

Carbohydrates all should sing
Glory to the Haworth ring

Anomeric carbons hide
When they’re in a glycoside

Glucopyranose is there
In the boat or in the chair

Alpha, beta, D and L
Di-aster-e-omer hell

Alpha, beta, D and L
Di-aster-e-omer hell

Category:

More Lyrics

You’re Cysteine

(To the tune of “You’re Sixteen”) / Recording by Rebecca...

Your Poor Veins

(To the tune of “You’re So Vain”) Well I raced off to my...

Transposon

(To the tune of “Delta Dawn”) / Recording by Makaena Marie...

0 Comments

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

How about these?

I’ve Just Run a Gel

(To the tune of “I’ve Just Seen a Face”)

I’ve just run a gel.
I do not think it went too well

BB Wonderland

(To the tune of “Winter Wonderland”)

Milam Hall - It’s 12:30
And Ahern’s gettin’ wordy

Brain Farts Just Happen In My Head

(To the tune of “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head”)

Brain farts just happen in my head_x000B_I think it might be due to something I just said_x000B_Bi-o-che-mis-try_x000B_Gets brain farts a poppin’ in my head and they’re poppin’
So I just wiped out the teardrops from my eyes_x000B_And told my brain it had to do some men-tal exer-cise_x000B_Burn some ATP_x000B_So brain farts can stop inside my head they’ll be stoppin’

She’s Staying Home

(To the tune of “She’s Leaving Home”)

Friday evening at eight o’clock
when the shuttle stops

The Bloody Things

(To the tune of “(Coke®) It’s the Real Thing”

I’m gonna put some oxygens
beside my porphyrin rings

Prostaglandins

(To the tune of “Oklahoma!”)

Prossss-taglandins
The ei-co-sa-noids creating pain

Paperless Writer

(To the tune of “Paperback Writer”)

Paperless Writer
Paperless Writer

Dumb Baby Names

(To the tune of “Sweet Baby James”)

(Optional words in parentheses)

In My Liver

(To the tune of “And I Love Her”)

If I am missing meals
On busy days

Central Dogma Zen

(To the tune of “Those Were the Days, My Friend”)

Once upon a time a cell decided
The time was ripe for it to split in two

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