See You in Prague

I took a train to the Berlin station.

Rendez vous with a Paraguayan agent.

He had the film, I had the vault-key.

I checked the stills, that's when he caught me.

A sudden blow from behind.

A perfumed note saying,

Better luck next time.

We met again at a Turkish bath in Turkey.

On the trail of a smacked-out Iraqi.

He had the name of a dame from the K.G.B.

Who knew that you were doing some work for me.

You scrubbed his back, I bugged the tub.

He spilled the beans and you pulled the plug.