Comedy / 2026-01-25

Two Amoebas Walk Into A Bar

A multiplying bar joke turns biology into a rowdy drinking song about identity, appetite, and splitting the bill.

Two Amoebas Walk Into A Bar song artwork

Recording

Two Amoebas Walk Into A Bar

Smartass Amoeba

Lyrics

Two Amoebas Walk Into A Bar

By Smartass Amoeba

verseTwo amoebas walk into a bar
Takin' a break from their petri jar
Grab a stool, grab some peanuts
They don't need ID because they're genus

verseOne scotch neat, make it a double
Split the check, if it's no trouble
"Here's to me!" they both toast
Don't watch what's next if you easily grossed

chorusFour amoebas out to get pissed
You never seen mitosis like this
Don't judge us because we look like flab
Damn you sir just grow our tab

verseWe ride single file to hide our numbers
Misunderestimate us would be a blunder
You start counting, we object
That's not math, that's disrespect

verseThis room was smaller when we walked in
Now we eight are drinking gin
It is so much fun
Sex only takes one
After the lovin' we can only grin

chorusSixteen amoebas out to get pissed
You never seen mitosis like this
Don't judge us because we look like flab
Damn you sir just grow our tab

outroA tiny mob stumbles out the door
Thirty-two checks settle the score
Don't ask us why or what it means
Amoebas always just split the scene

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Notes

This song is based on a joke I originally published online July 27, 2011:

Two amoebas walk into a bar. The bartender asks, "What'll ya have?" One amoeba shrugs and says, "Ask him. He's supposed to be the genus."

AI Summary

The song treats reproduction as slapstick barroom chaos. The amoebas arrive as two carefree organisms, but every drink and toast turns their biology into a joke about identity, excess, and multiplication. Beneath the gross-out humor is a playful refusal to be underestimated: the tiny, shapeless creatures become a growing crowd that overwhelms normal social rules. It is mostly a comic song, but its meaning rests on transformation. One becomes many, the room changes around them, and even the bartender's tab cannot keep up with life doing what life does.

Credits

Lyrics and concept by me; music and cover image generated using AI tools.
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