During my PhD, the Kingsolver Lab would often re-write the words of classic songs to fit our research listen here.

As most of what I have been doing for the past month is killing fruit flies in various ways, I thought it might be fun to do a verse or two riffing on 50 ways to leave your lover (in case you forgot what it sounds like). We did this in the Kingsolver lab for larvae as a party game once and it was great fun! Apologies to Paul Simon…

The problem is all inside your lab my dear they said to me. The answer is simple if you calculate degrees. I’d like to help you in struggle to achieve. There must be fifty ways to kill your fruit flies.

You just put ’em on ice Brice, Ramp up the heat Pete,  hang ’em out to dry Guy , Just set those souls free.  Turn on the gas Mads,  no need to discuss much, Make some bad food Dude, just get those data.

There must be 50 ways to kill your fruit flies… there must be 50 ways to kill your fruit flies….

I never was very musical and am notorious for cramming too many syllables into lyrics but hopefully this is now stuck in your head too.