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I was trained in Arizona,In a secret desert campWhere we did night manoeuvresWithout a lighted lamp.I've got an old worn Trilby hatThat doesn't keep me dryWhen the rain falls on my macPlays havoc with the dyeI wear my dark shades every day of the yearWhen I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear.I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothesI've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of clovesI've not got a single friend just my armpit gunAnd when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me sonI'm always getting in tight spotsI manage to escapeBy either jumping off a trainOr swimming in a lakeSoon I'm in a right stateI'm a secret agent there's nowhere you can hideI'm a secret agent taking you for a rideWhat's your name what's your gameDetails never stopLetras de cancionesWork alone on your ownCollar up, hat pulled downOn the beach, with a peachSometimes good, sometimes badDrinking coffee, feeling sad.There's one thing that I want to be involved withThat's Truth and Justice and I sincerely mean that.And if everybody was involved in Truth and JusticeThere would be no need for secret agents.That's what happens when you get in tight spots.He's in a tight spotI've yet to crack-upAin't got no backupWhat's your nameWhat's your gameA bit strung outAin't got no backupI'm beginning to crack-upThink I'll go bankruptIt's all confusionDisappearing without a traceI'm a secret agentHe's in a tight spotAttention, AttentionREPEAT VERSE 1And everybody rushes away to hideCertainly take you for a ride baby From Letras Mania