This Biochemistry

(To the tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”)

This bi-o-che-mis-try
Will be the death of me
Oh hear my plea

God knows that I have tried
To learn the glycosides
And all the polysaccharides
Oh let me be

Just what makes muscles sing
Is Cori cycling
Here’s how it goes

Hypoxic muscles make
A wad of lactate
The liver acts to generate
Some new glucose

Regulation is a zoo
PFK one and two
And there is more

Instructors make a fuss
With all their kinases
Like all that a Kardashian does
A crashing bore

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(To the tune of “Joy to the World”)

Students rejoice.
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(To the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree”)

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Gaia

(To the tune of “If I Had a Hammer”)

When he bought his Hummer
He revved it in the driveway

Gay Waiter

(To the tune of “Day Tripper”)

Got a good reason
For going and eating out

Porn Free!

(To the tune of “Born Free”)

Porn free!
This offer in email

A Norwegian Would

Sven hopped in his boat
Didn’t get far. It wouldn’t float

He patched up a hole
Tried it again. Much better then

Prostaglandins

(To the tune of “Oklahoma!”)

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

Let It Rain

(To the tune of “Let It Snow”)

Oh the Oregon weather’s dowdy
‘Cause the sky is mostly cloudy

A Waste of Money

(To the tune of “A Taste of Honey”)

A waste of money
The tale of a brand new touch pad

Pay Per View

(To the tune of “Paper Moon”)

So you’re watching a pay-per-view
Lying lazily in your bed

Let It Shine

(to the tune of “Let It Snow”)

Oh the weather outside looks better
You can put away your sweater
And the sun is all bright and fine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

Hark the Sucrose

(To the tune of “Hark the Herald”)

Carbohydrates all should sing
Glory to the Haworth ring