There seemed to be a buzzing in the air   The barnyard creatures settled off to bed   All at once they heard the sound   Soft vibration filled the ground   Now it came as they were sleeping      Now the magic science knife   Is cutting up the molecules of gold   Now the magic scientists   Patching up the fabric of the soul   A slip of the coil      Printed them, stacked them on a shelf   And lined them up imprinted on a page   Printed there in paper news   The farm reports became untrue   Now it came as they were sleeping      Now the magic science knife   Is cutting up the molecules of gold   Now the magic scientists   Patching up the fabric of the soul   A slip of the coil      The perfect sheep can fly a fancy plane   It's counterpart prepares a perfect meal   The luxury of DNA   Has given them their hands and brains   And appetites for wine and chocolate      Now the magic science knife   Is cutting up the molecules of gold   Now the magic scientists   Are patching up the fabric of the soul   A slip of the coil      Now the magic science knife   Is cutting up the molecules of gold   Now the magic scientists   Are patching up the fabric of the soul   A slip of the coil, slip of the coil   Slip of the coil, slip of the coil