Lyrics:

Lord I've tried the best I can
I've asked everybody in Kazakhstan
But I still don't understand
Bob Wilson – anchorman
I've been to Kent, Gwent and 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
It's cold and I'm hungry and I'm in Dundalk
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 Stephenson 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