He’s sipping at a dry martini
He’s with a girl in a bikini

She looks at him with sweet and sad eyes
But he already knows that she’s with the bad guys

She’s got something planned all right
But she doesn’t know that he knows

She’s got a mission, it’s as simple as pie
While he’s asleep, Bond’s gonna die
She’s got a mission, it’s as simple as pie
While he’s asleep, Bond’s gonna die

Brings him back into her bed
But morning comes and James has fled

Did he slip her some relaxant?
Or was it just his British accent?

She feels so embarrassed, feels so undone
She gets out of bed, he’s taken her gun
She opens the curtains to let in the sun
And sees there’s a note, “Well, wasn’t that fun!”