Agent Double-O-Soul

Double-O-SoulI dig rock and roll music

I can do the twine and the jerk

I wear strictly continental suits

And high collared shirtsI've got a reputation of being

Gentle but bold

And that's why they call meAgent Double-O-Soul, baby

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Agent Double-O-Soul

(Double-O-Soul)They call me Double-O-Soul, baby

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I'm agent Double-O-Soul

(Double-O-Soul)I don't carry no pistol

I don't wear a false mustache

And you'll never see me carrying

Around a little black bagMy real name's no secret

But from me it will never be told

I'm just known asAgent Double-O-Soul, baby

(Double-O-Soul)

Agent Double-O-Soul

(Double-O-Soul)They call me Double-O-Soul, baby

(Double-O-Soul)

I'm agent Double-O-Soul

(Double-O-Soul)There once was a fella

Who was down on a rock and roll

He couldn't get himself together

He didn't have no kind of soulThe office put me on his case

And I tracked him down right away

Now he's a deejay on a radio show

A station that everybody knowsCall me Double-O-Soul

Call me Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-SoulAt my job, I work real hard

I'm on the go

Rain, sleet, or snowI'm agent Double-O-Soul, baby

(Double-O-Soul)

I'm Agent Double-O-Soul

(Double-O-Soul)They call me Double-O-Soul, baby

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Baby, Double-O-Soul