Anarchy Bob at the Mayo Clinic
Well
It'd warm the heart of a hardened cynic
Anarchy Bob at the Mayo Clinic
Truckin' on with plasma, blood, and sperm
Gotta pack that brain and haul that semen
Anarchy Bob drivin' like a demon
Sayin', "When I've dumped my load, I will return"

Hey, what's this, Madge?
You're soaking in it
He ain't scared of no badge
'Cause he's Anarchy Bob, he don't drive the limit

Don't pitch a roadblock, he'll drive through it
Anarchy Bob haulin' vital fluids
Gotta truck on through to Minnesote
He's haulin' jizz in his Dodge Daytona
For the would-be daddies who can't get boners
The gift of life doth Anarchy Bob tote

Packs up this trunk
Then he must leave
Hey, what's this sticky gunk?
Well, I don't rightly know, but I think it's from Queeve
So when your specimens need deliverin'
Call that boy that's got the head nurse shiverin'
1-800-43-circle A-BOB
Osh Kosh, Neenah, or Green Bay-o
He'll get your fluids to the Mayo
Anarchy Bob's the right slob for the job
Anarchy Bob's the right slob for the job
Anarchy Bob's the right slob for the job

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