He might not really be tall,
But let me tell ya, he’ll hold his own during a brawl!
There ain’t no tellin’ whom he’ll soon cross,
A British spy, or maybe even a Mafia boss!

(Talkin’ bout that) Oddjob,
Talkin’ bout that Oddjob, yeah!
(Come on and sing it with me!)
Oddjob!
(Sing it with a feelin’, y’all!)
Oddjob, yeah!

Most muthas who cross him end up dead,
He ain’t no guy to meet if you plan on keepin’ your head!
Let me tell you, just play it cool,
‘Cause this dude don’t like it when ya act the fool!

(Not that) Oddjob,
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!)
Talkin’ bout that Oddjob, yeah!
(Come on y’all and sing it for me!)
Oddjob!
(Whoo hoo hoo!)
Oddjob, yeah!

(Throw and throw)
Well, his boss has a real gold obsession,
(Throw and throw)
He don’t know the word “recession”!
(Throw and throw)
His bowler hat around.
(Throw)
One hit to the neck, anyone’s goin’ down!

Hey, don’t get in Oddjob’s way!
If you do, then you will pay!
Just call on James Bond today!
Call on Bond, run away!

(From that) Oddjob,
Talkin’ bout that Oddjob!
Oddjob, yeah!
(Come on y’all and sing it with me!)
Oddjob!
(Sing it with feelin’, y’all!)
Oddjob, yeah!

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!)
Oddjob,
(His boss has a real gold obsession, what I say)
Oddjob, yeah!
(He don’t know the word “recession”)
Oddjob!
(Let me tell you, just play it cool)
Oddjob, yeah!
(‘Cause this dude don’t like it when ya act the fool!)

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