Chromosome Wine

Words and music ©Mike Rimbaud

It’s an old recipe from many years ago
It flows through your veins and mine
Red is the color, body temperature preferred
Let it breathe, my chromosome wine

Chorus:
Drinking wine, Drinking wine, my chromosome wine
X-pensive and Y-not?
Let’s make a toast to a future, to chromosome wine of tomorrow

Your computer isn’t slow, you’re just fast
Shut that off, ‘cause you turned me on
Does your DNA still want to play?
Even if this bottle is half empty
Let it breathe, my chromosome wine

Drinking wine, Drinking wine, my chromosome wine
X-pensive and Y-not?
Let’s make a toast to a future, to chromosome wine of tomorrow

Some like it sweet and others chilled
Pour me some nouveaux
There’s always some age, I hope it goes down smooth
Let it breathe, my chromosome wine
Let it breathe, my chromosome wine