Don't Ask Dr. No by Code Red
He's on a mission; British intelligence;
A press gray suit and a cold PPK in his fist.
The enemy's out to get him in his Technicolor world.
With his good looks, he'll bag the babes,
And then he'll go and save the day.
Don't ask Dr. No.
All the ladies want him, suave as he can be.
Ducking bullets, punch and kicks,
While lighting his lucky cigarette.
Someday I'll be like him
And learn the tricks of the trade.
License to kill; I'm taking over.
Double O agent on his way.