They Might Be Giants - Cells | Текст песни

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Life is made out of cells Cells make copies of themselves (copies of themselves) And they make copies of themselves (and they make copies of themselves) And they make copies of themselves Different cells have different jobs But they all have one thing in common

Inside of every cell is a twisted ladder A recipe for life called DNA The directions are written out in the ladder's rungs Where they can be found In every cell of everything that lives

A cell knows what it has to do To grow into some moss or a shrew (Algae or a kangaroo) Bug or a sunflower (Dwight David Eisenhower) A frog, a fish or you Cells are small, too small to see But together they can make a tree

Within the cell there's a tiny spiral staircase That tells the cell just how it's going to grow The instructions are spelled out in letters One on every step In a language that the cell knows how to read

Inside the cell is a tiny double helix Another fancy word for DNA Which could also be a spiral staircase Which could also be a twisted ladder Which could also be a spring Which could also be a spiral staircase Which could also be a twisted ladder Or a crazy looking spring (Yeah!)