-> "Test Tube Stem Cell General"
Original Song Title:
"Modern Major General"
Parody Song Title:
"Test Tube Stem Cell General"
The Lyrics
I am the first example of a test-tube stem-cell general
Each soldier's genes have been enhanced with attributes of animal
I study all the great campaigns to aid me in my master plan
The War Between Molossia and the Sheikhdom of Mustachistan
I'm very well acquainted with all matters biological
A pioneer of applications anthro-zoölogical
My troops will be hand-crafted with the military traits I choose
I have refined my strategy, this time I don't intend to lose
(Clone Army Chorus)
He has refined his strategy, this time we're not about to lose
We will confront the enemy at any time and place we choose
Our uniforms are snazzy and we're wearing brand new army shoes
(Me)
I haven't got the time to wait on processes Darwinian
I'll stake the future of my schemes on techniques Frankenstinian
Let others rant and rave about their theories evolution'ry
While I pursue a course a bit more practical and mercen'ry
I'll consult with Doc Moreau, there are aspects that I must refine
I may not have intelligence, but 'tis for sure I have design
I've built some high-speed midget tanks and scaled the drivers down to fit
The technique is exclusive and I think that I shall "Patton" it
Selected sharp-eyed marksmen will receive the limbs of chimpanzees
They'll be deployed as snipers, since they will feel quite at home in trees
My frogmen will be trained in all the requisite aquatic skills
And with a bit of splicing they will all be born with fish-like gills
My airmen, wingèd hybrids like the ancient fabled Icarus
Confined to lower altitudes so they won't end up Dead-alus
(Cloned Airmen Chorus)
We'll demonstrate our flying skills and leave you all incredulous
We'll spread our wings at air shows any time you'd like to schedule us
But not too closely to the sun, lest we should wind up Dead-alus
(Me, again)
To hide my secrets from the foe I am, of course, fanatical
So I maintain my diaries in Volapük grammatical
I even write it backward in the old Cyrillic alphabet
A text so well encrypted I have not myself deciphered yet
Peruse my manifesto, it's on line or on the bookstore shelf
So, you don't comprehend it? Well, at times I am confused, myself
Each private in my army's ranks is in effect a son to me
This pistol in my holster, it is more than just a gun to me
When you are shooting bullets or collecting strands of DNA
You have to aim things carefully, it's not a case of "point and spray"
My choice of avocation, you might say that it is quite a fluke
The sight of blood on battlefield or in a beaker makes me puke
I never fail to jump with fear when frightened by the noise
Of shooting off artillery or playing with my other toys
(Lab Crew Chorus)
The enterprise that he has launched involves some probes explorat'ry
The chunks he blew beholding goo are simply not ignorat'ry
Thank goodness we've got Igor, he's the chief of the laborat'ry
(Back to me again)
I have a checkered history of mishaps microcellular
My last attempt to rule the world was quickly shot to hell-ular
But I've regrouped my forces, and though there's a lot I have to learn
Like Dugout Doug MacArthur I proclaim that I, too shall return
Conquistadoric sorties have thus far proven ephemeral
But you've not heard the last of this gene-splicing test tube general
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