He`s on a mission; British intelligence;
A press gray suit and a cold PPK in his fist.
The enemy`s out to get him in his Technicolor world.
With his good looks, he`ll bag the babes,
And then he`ll go and save the day.
Don`t ask Dr. No.
All the ladies want him, suave as he can be.
Ducking bullets, punch and kicks,
While lighting his lucky cigarette.
Someday I`ll be like him
And learn the tricks of the trade.
License to kill; I`m taking over.
Double O agent on his way.