I was trained in Arizona, In a secret desert camp Where we did night manoeuvres Without a lighted lamp. I've got an old worn Trilby hat That doesn't keep me dry When the rain falls on my mac Plays havoc with the dye I wear my dark shades every day of the year When I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear. I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothes I've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of cloves I've not got a single friend just my armpit gun And when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son I'm always getting in tight spots I manage to escape By either jumping off a train Or swimming in a lake Soon I'm in a right state I'm a secret agent there's nowhere you can hide I'm a secret agent taking you for a ride What's your name what's your game Details never stop Work alone on your own Collar up, hat pulled down On the beach, with a peach Sometimes good, sometimes bad Drinking coffee, feeling sad. There's one thing that I want to be involved with That's Truth and Justice and I sincerely mean that. And if everybody was involved in Truth and Justice There would be no need for secret agents. That's what happens when you get in tight spots. He's in a tight spot I've yet to crack-up Ain't got no backup What's your name What's your game A bit strung out Ain't got no backup I'm beginning to crack-up Think I'll go bankrupt It's all confusion Disappearing without a trace I'm a secret agent He's in a tight spot Attention, Attention Repeat verse 1 And everybody rushes away to hide Certainly take you for a ride baby Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com