I'm Singing the Biology Blues

By E.M. BOSS ©Bossetunes 2001

I'm Singing the Biology blues,
I'm singing the Biolgy blues,
'cause of all the big words we have to use.

Just what Mit-o-chondria do?
Are you Ribosomin me, what Mit-o-chondria do?
Won't you Nucle-us, we don't have a clue.

I'm singing the Biology blues,
I'm singing the Biology blues,
'cause this microscope I don't know how to use.

We made some infusion with dry hay,
I made a wet mount and my specimen swam away.
On top of that I'm allergic to the hay.

I'm singing the Biology blues,
I'm singing the Biology blues,
How much of this stuff am I ever going to use?

I can't identify what's growing on that log,
And I don't want to know what's growing inside a frog.
My idea of Biology is playing fetch with my dog.

I'm singing the Biology blues,
I'm singing the Biology blues,
Sitting in a class I didn't even get to choose!