My grandmother came from Russia,
A satchel on her knee;
My grandfather had his father's cap
He brought from Italy.
They'd heard about a country
Where life might let them win,
They paid the fare to America
And there they melted in.
Lovely Lady Liberty,
With her book of recipes,
And the finest one she's got
Is the great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
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You simply melt right in,
It doesn't matter what your skin.
It doesn't matter where you're from,
Or your religion,
You jump right in
To the great American meltin' pot.
Great American meltin' pot
Ooh what a stew,
Red white and blue.
America was the new world,
And Europe was the old.
America was the land of hope,
Or so the legend told.
On steamboats by the millions,
In search of honest pay,
Those 19th-century immigrants sailed
To reach the U.S.A.
Lovely Lady Liberty
With her book of recipes
And the finest one she's got
Is the great American melting pot.
The great Anerican melting pot.
What good ingredients:
Liberty and immigrants.
They brought their countries' customs,
Their language and their ways.
They filled the factories,
Tilled the soil,
Helped build the U.S.A.
Go on and ask your Grandma,
Hear what she has to tell,
How great to be an American
And something else as well.
Lovely Lady Liberty
With her book of recipes
And the finest one she's got
Is the great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot.
The great American meltin' pot...
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*** SCIENCE ROCK *** (1978)
BODY MACHINE
Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
Sung by: Bob Dorough and Jack Sheldon
Animation: Phil Kimmelman and Associates
When you look down the street
What do you see?
The street is overflowin' with a lot of machines.
Now, I don't mean the buses, the trucks or cars
I'm talkin' 'bout the people
Yeah, you know who they are.
I'm a machine, you're a machine
Everybody that you know, you know they are machines
To keep your engine running, you need energy
For your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Now I'd be a fool
If I said that the fuel
That we needed to burn was gasoline.
'Cause the fuel we use is the stuff called food
And it puts out the power for our machine.
You make a stop at the filling station
As you start to chew, your body does it
All systems go!
Mayonnaise: fat. And the lettuce has vitamins, plus cellulose or
roughage. Together, these things help keep your body machine
running smoothly.>
First the saliva, kind of like a driver
But what it's doin'
Along with teeth that's chewin'
Is taking food and breaking it down.
Down to the stomach the food is pushed
The esophagus does its stuff (gulp, gulp!)
And the stomach starts...
As the body machine churns up.
Gastric juices operate
On proteins, fats and carbohydrates
In the stomach they do what they do
To take out nutrition and use it for you.
Well the cellulose in those things you know
Will control the traffic flow
Helps the food to move along
So the good stays in and the bad gets gone.
I'm a machine, you're a machine
Everybody that you know, you know they are machines
To keep your engine running, you need energy
For your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Then the small intestine
Does most of your digestin'
By sending all of the nutrients
In through the villi
But act as little vents.
The bloodstream passes
The nutrients it catches
And takes them to the cells you see
You use what it delivers
For future energy.
I'm a machine, you're a machine
Everybody that you know, you know they are machines
To keep your engine running, you need energy
For your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Your high-powered, revved-up body machine.
Your high-powered, revved-up, complicated tuned-up
Fascinatin' body machine.
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