Lyrics:

Got a racecar grin and a calculation

And every gun for a secret agent

Defunct that timebomb at the space station

Hey, Secret Agent X-9 why don't you drop me a line?

And say, would it cost you your job

to say what was in that gold box?

So why did they give you that job?

And why can they give you that job?

You think this guy was on a permanent vacation

But no he's not, he's a secret agent