spoken
Hello, hello, this is Monkeywrench, come in,
Calling Money Hutch headquarters.
Tell Smoky Grayhead the « bus stopper » is a guy.
Tell « Mister Magden » to check on the « chocolate (shotput?). »
And I thought this was a glamorous job.
Well, there's that man who's got everything that he needs
And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
He goes by Jones in Istanbul and Smith in Peru
His job's never through
It's time to start this little game of cat and mouse
And try to keep one step ahead--there's strangers in the house
His watch is really a radio, his gun a pen
He knows that it's all gone, no mom, nobody wins
Chorus:
Spy world x16
spoken
Shaken, not stirred, okay?
I'm really tired of wearing these sunglasses.
Stan Ridgway - Spy world Lyrics
Stan Ridgway - Spy world Lyrics
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spoken
Hello, hello, this is Monkeywrench, come in,
Calling Money Hutch headquarters.
Tell Smoky Grayhead the « bus stopper » is a guy.
Tell « Mister Magden » to check on the « chocolate (shotput?). »
And I thought this was a glamorous job.
Well, there's that man who's got everything that he needs
And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
He goes by Jones in Istanbul and Smith in Peru
His job's never through
It's time to start this little game of cat and mouse
And try to keep one step ahead--there's strangers in the house
His watch is really a radio, his gun a pen
He knows that it's all gone, no mom, nobody wins
Chorus:
Spy world x16
spoken
Shaken, not stirred, okay?
I'm really tired of wearing these sunglasses.
Hello, hello, this is Monkeywrench, come in,
Calling Money Hutch headquarters.
Tell Smoky Grayhead the « bus stopper » is a guy.
Tell « Mister Magden » to check on the « chocolate (shotput?). »
And I thought this was a glamorous job.
Well, there's that man who's got everything that he needs
And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed
He goes by Jones in Istanbul and Smith in Peru
His job's never through
It's time to start this little game of cat and mouse
And try to keep one step ahead--there's strangers in the house
His watch is really a radio, his gun a pen
He knows that it's all gone, no mom, nobody wins
Chorus:
Spy world x16
spoken
Shaken, not stirred, okay?
I'm really tired of wearing these sunglasses.