Agent Double-o-soul

Double-O-Soul

I dig rock and roll music

I can do the twine and the jerk

I wear strictly continental suits

And high collared shirts

I've got a reputation of being

Gentle but bold

And that's why they call me

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

A station that everybody knows

Call me Double-O-Soul

Call me Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

Double-O-Soul

At my job, I work real hard

I'm on the go

Rain, sleet, or snow

I'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

(Double-O-Soul)

Baby, Double-O-Soul