This complete album has been uploaded to YouTube as a single file. This song runs from 10:35 to 13:40. (My link should have it correctly positioned.)

There are a few Latin or pseudo-Latin words in the last verse that I don't recognize, so I have tried to spell them phonetically.


THE CHRISTMAS AMOEBA
(Tune: "O Come, All Ye Faithful")
As recorded by Steve Lyon on "There's No Place Like Mars" (1976).

O come all ye formless
Myriad and tiny,
You split personalities
That multiply
Split into millions
Serve no useful function
With pseudopod mitosis
And minuscule neurosis
Too simple for psychosis
Split and be free

Come have a plateful
We ordered a crateful
We knew you'd be grateful
We knew you'd be here
Cranberry sauce
The recipe was lost
And will you say the blessing
Before you eat your dressing
No, I don't mind confessing
I stuffed it myself

Yea, Lord, we greet thee
Honor and defeat thee
Mimic repeat thee
The best that we can
Glory is God
I know that that sounds odd
But consider our position
Our complex inhibitions
That strange erudition
The mind of man

Christmas amoeba
One will fill your stocking
If it is watertight
And if you don't mind
Mind over matter
Makes a protozoan
Benide(?) citecillia(?)
Agape eros philia
And if I ask ya, will ya
Under the tree