nellie mckay sings "clonie"

But anyway, this is about the evils of science, so I think it's perfect.

My oh my, walking by, who's the apple of my eye?

Why, it's my very own Clonie.

Oh, if I should stroll the hood, who knew I could look so good

just talking on the phone to Clonie.

We are pals, it's cool, 'cause we're not lonely,

shallow gene pool is nothing to my only Clonie.

Me and you, hustling through, holding on through thick and thin,

just day by day, our DNA, so the Olson twins got nothing on us.

We'll survive, side by side. Mother Nature, don't you call her phony, she's my Clonie.

Was wealthy, but not healthy, had no one to dwell with me,

so look who I got born—Clonie.

Far from broke, bored, rich folk, we don't need no natural yolk—

our babies come full-formed, Clonie.

We'll be huggable, get a publicist

and show them, be the most lovable thing since fucking Eminem.

Oh my friend, multiply, we're a franchise, like Walt Disney or Hannibal Lecter.

We can tell our cancer cells are more benign than old Phil Spector.

We'll survive side by side, should have signed with Verve instead of Sony.

You're my Clonie.

"Oh Clonie, how I love you."

"Ha, I'm the only person I ever loved."

Gee, that's swell. I guess you're just my fatal attraction-ie. You're my Clonie.

Thank you.

(Applause)