It's your hour, please come through.
We stick our needles in you.
Tubes to drain, separate and refill.
Oh, relax, losing plasma can't kill.
Just be still, the pokes don't bite.
Poke you twice? Oh, we just might.
It's not for money, it's for charity!
Noisy kids? Babysitters for clarity!
Come give plasma, won't you please?
Don't forget to roll up your sleeves.
We check for everything, scrapes, bruises and cuts.
No homosexuals, tattoos and no sluts.
You've made it through; questions, and physical!
Your iron levels aren't too... critical.
After the poke, just sit there, pump, pump, pump.
Here's some heparin so you don't clump, clump, clump...
Take back your old blood, we don't want it anymore.
Here's your 20 dollars, just enough to keep you poor.
Come back again for the harvest soon!
You'll leave humming the BioLife tune.
We can't put a price on your sacrifice.
But we can offer a buddy bonus, isn't that nice!
Bring a friend and you'll get more.
Through our clean, plasma thirsty door.
Mess up once? Say the wrong thing?
Go away for 6 months! Our rejection can sting.
Come back again for the harvest now!
Can't you see the positive health we vow?
Draining yourself for money, it's fine!
Now get back to your place in line!