Agent 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)
I don't carry no pistol
I don't wear a false mustache
And you'll never see me carrying
Around a little black bag
My real name's no secret
But from me it will never be told
I'm just known as
Agent 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 soul
The office put me on his case And I tracked him down right away Now he's a deejay on a radio show MUSIC Call me Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul MUSIC
