[I've since published my lyrics to blogspot as flirtwithdanger.com is no longer active]
(spoken) This is not entertainment, this is subversion!
Tearful youngster on Eton's doorstep
Clutching forlorn teddy bear
Years of emotional deprivation
In Union Jackboot underwear
It's classified as top secret
And it's rarely ever told
For all their starchy sophistication
Even spooks need to rock and roll
Graduate to secret service
Keep control of bolshie plebs
Defending school tie, queen and country
An empire on which the sun has set
(spoken) I know you're out there
And you've been listening in
I know you're afraid
But you're excited
You're afraid of change
Afraid it's all gonna crumble
It's all rotten inside
Time for a little fresh air
Posted out in the Indian Ocean
Not a single woman in sight
Frustrating all his James Bond fantasies
Earwigging through the lonely night
(spoken) Just like a rebel TV station
Showing people what you don't want them to see
A world without spooks
A world without secret police
A world without class boundaries
A world where anything's possible
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