There’s a man with a gun,
He’s a secret agent,
And his callsign is 007.

He’s got looks, he’s got charm,
And he’s very well-armed,
And he’s always a hit with the women.

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh,
And his callsign is 007.

There’s a gal by the shore,
But he wants to be sure,
‘Cause you know sometimes madmen are women.

He don’t go by the book,
He prefers his instincts,
Sometimes even the best are mistaken.

Ooh, he strikes like thunder.
Ooh, he strikes like thunder.

He’s got many gadgets,
Q provides him the best,
But his gizmos sometimes end up broken.

He’s got many cool cars,
Each with tricks of their own,
It is unwise to cut him off, my friend!

Ooh, he strikes like thunder.
Ooh, he really strikes like thunder.

And his order is heard:
“Give me shaken, not stirred”,
Sometimes, agents need to get refreshments.

As he travels the world,
Evil plots are unfurled,
And our hero is hitting the pavement.

If there’s a madman with a laser, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a bird shoot for this cool dude.
Yes, there are many evildoers, but in the long run,
There’s still need to call upon James Bond.

And he strikes like thunder.
Oh, oh!

Some man is stealing all the world’s Gold, and it’s not Bob Dole,
The villain’s got it on his Finger.
This mission needs someone who’s ice cold, with a pistol,
Our hero’s got a quick zinger, yeah!

[guitar solo, speed up]

And as he’s Living to Let Die,
It’s on Moonraker that he’ll fly.
For him, The World is Not Enough,
And Dr. No is not so tough.
You Only Live Twice, make it count!
The Living Daylights soon dismount.
He sees from A View To a Kill,
Through Golden Eyes, up on the hill.
And he’s got a Licence to Kill.

[slow down]

And his callsign is 007.