So Hitler’s on the train and he’s heading for the border We take out a porter that no-one will miss Now our boy’s undercover he poisons the water God, that’s brilliant! But listen to this…
I’ve designed a new kind of missile So tiny it’s shot from a pen It’s full of airborne sedative Time to effect is relative But one whiff’s enough to floor ten grown men We’ll shoot him on route, our pursuit will be fruitful And the Führer is out cold
But what the hell happens then?
So Hitler’s on the train and he’s feeling kind of tired He’s drugged in a fug like a mental abyss Mein pants have been stolen! We’ll trade them for Poland!
God, that’s brilliant But listen to this…
But I haven’t got to the exploding socks yet! You’ve had a verse…
I know a lady assassin She’s lithe but impossibly strong She’s killed half of Moscow She owns her own crossbow A master of disguise who can speak any tongue She’s stationed in Haiti, patiently waiting But one call from me and she’ll be ours for a song
So Hitler’s on the train and he’s coming back from Burma Our girl hurls herself from a nearby tree She crashes through the window Disguised as a flamingo In the whirl that unfurls, she kills a guard or three She raises up her knife It’s dripping blood from the slaughter! Hitler shits himself as she blows him a kiss His guards try to pour in, she barricades the door and God, that’s brilliant, but listen to this If this is a man in a fancy suit…! All that we need is a swanky tuxedo
Fleming, stop going on about your bloody novel Several publishers are interested! Your mother doesn’t count Come on boys, remember what Churchill said…
If you want to beat them Jerries You gotta call upon the visionaries ‘Cos if you’re in trouble Don’t scream and shout Just call the English public school boys We’ll sort it all out! It’s time for ambition, to show you’ve got vision We’re the best brains in Britain, now listen to this!
All we need is a shiny tuxedo (here we go!) And my design for a submarine car (for god’s sake) About seven pretty ladies Aston Martins or Mercedes A base in a volcano and a laser cigar Some crocodile moccasins, a watch with a garrotte in it A vodka martini waiting at the bar and There’s our man who’s a really famous hero He wears cool suits and he has a big gun He has great adventures and ladies want to kiss him (I do like it when the ladies want to kiss me!) God he’s brilliant and his name is James I’ve even got a catch phrase for him! The name’s James…. James (NO!)
Hitler’s on a train Or a boat Or other vehicle We send in an assassin Or a robot That’s illegal! They shoot him Stab him Grab him And he’s wearing a tuxedo! He kills the guard, snogs the girl and says something cool No! We tie him up We poison him I think this plan has veered off... We bring him back to Blighty Steal his trousers Blow his head off Our victory’s assured (What?) We go and win the war (No!) God that’s brilliant! (Um...) God I'm brilliant! (Well...) God we’re brilliant! (No!) Now listen to this!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
