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Lord, I'm trying the best i can I lost everybody in Khazakhstan But I still don't understand Bob Wilson, anchorman I've been to Kent, Gwent, Senegal I've even been to look for Jim Rosenthal Found him on his knees at the wailing wall crying "Bob Wilson, anchorman" Well I marvel at the things we find beneath the ground And that man can go faster than the speed of sound But I still can't get my head around Bob Wilson, anchorman I'm cold and i'm hungry and i'm in dundork I've got no bus fare, i've gotta walk It's raining soup and i've got a fork Where be my camper van? Well i'd like to meet Stevenson the engineer And i'd like to meet Faraday and buy him a beer And i'd love to meet the bloke who had the bright idea of Bob wilson, anchorman From Letras Mania