Of liars, fat cats and thieves
Make all men weak in the knees
Havana, Caracas, Monaco nights
Why do these cats think that they're safe
I'm clandestine by my microphone
「Oh 009, do try to be more careful this time.」
Who took the briefcase and ran
Old Souse seas, Canberra, Marrakech nights
When you can scat your commands
Dr. Bow Tie makes for the door
I light a short fuse on my sign
She's a landmine draped in Dior
A fine disguise, this live microphone
Bye Bye
Unsuspecting of quicksilver jazz
What shall we do with you, 009!