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words and music by John Hinton

'Cell' - from the Latin word 'cella', meaning 'cellar',
Like the room in your house where you store your wine
And no matter whether you're a girl or a fella
Your cells look a lot like mine.

Now start to swing those cells in your hips so
That you can join me in the cell calypso
You got to move every cell in your feet
I wanna see your cells a-jigglin' from across the street

So when I see you shakin' your body
It's like your cells are having some kind of party
Every cell is designed for particular task
The muscle cell do what the brain cell ask - oh yes

Your body's always redesigning in lots of ways
You'll have a new stomach lining in just four days
And a new set of lungs every six-ish weeks
In a month, you'll grow a new layer of skin on your cheeks
Your cells duplicate when they get worn
You are not the same person as when you were born - oh no

You ought to know that deep inside of your cells
Are little blobby things they call organelles
These organelles they do all the hard labour
That gives all the cells their distinctive behaviour
They make proteins and help the cell duplicate
If you didn't have cells you'd be in a right state - oh yes

And now it’s time to do the
Ensonglopedia Conga
Na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na!
I promise you that nothing
Can possibly go wrong-a
Na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na!
It demonstrates how cells work
Together to be stronger
Na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na!
But now we’re at the end of
This most peculiar song-a
Na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na!
Which means that we can’t do the
Conga any longer!

©2017 John Hinton

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