A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how James Bond used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
I could watch those spy movies and dance,
And maybe I'd be entertained for a while.

But Goldfinger made me shiver,
With every laser beam he'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't watch one more spy yet.

So bye, bye, to the 007 guy,
Drove my Aston to the theater, but the movie went dry.
And them good old spies were drinkin' martinis and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I spy."
No, I expect you to die!

Did you write the spy book of love,
And do you have faith in your high-tech glove?
If the MI6 tells you so.
Do you believe in shaken, not stirred?
Can villains make your vision blurred?
And can you teach me how to be so cool?

Well, I know that you're in love with Moneypenny,
'Cause I saw you flirtin' in the lobby.
You both kicked off your shoes,
Man, those were the spy blues.

And bye, bye, to the 007 guy,
Drove my Aston to the theater, but the movie went dry.
And them good old spies were drinkin' martinis and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I spy."
No, I expect you to die!

Now, for fifty years we've been on our own,
And spy movies have really grown,
But that's not how it used to be.
When Connery sang for the queen and king,
In a tuxedo, he would swing,
With gadgets from Q and that famous Walther P.

Oh, but while Bond was looking stately,
The franchise was becoming weighty,
The plots they did explode,
With villains and their secret code.

And bye, bye, to the 007 guy,
Drove my Aston to the theater, but the movie went dry.
And them good old spies were drinkin' martinis and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I spy."
No, I expect you to die!

Octopussy in a thunderball,
The Man with the Golden Gun, he'd enthral,
And nobody seemed quite sure,
If they'd ever see the end of the war.

But now the spy world's oh so vast,
With different actors playing the cast,
And the sequels keep on rolling fast,
It's a never-ending spy blast.

And bye, bye, to the 007 guy,
Drove my Aston to the theater, but the movie went dry.
And them good old spies were drinkin' martinis and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I spy."
No, I expect you to die!

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space,
With no time left to start again.
So come on, James, be nimble, be quick,
You're the master of every spy trick,
'Cause, Bond, you're the best we've ever seen.

And as I watched you on the screen,
My hands were clenched in fists so keen,
No more spy fatigue,
It's a never-ending intrigue!

And bye, bye, to the 007 guy,
Drove my Aston to the theater, but the movie went dry.
And them good old spies were drinkin' martinis and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I spy."
No, I expect you to die!