| Double-O-Soul!
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| I dig rock and roll music
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| I can do the twine and the jerk
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| I wear strictly continental suits
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| And high collared shirts.
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| I’ve got a reputation of being
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| Gentle but bold.
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| And that’s why they call me Agent Double-O-Soul baby!
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| Agent Double-O-Soul.
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| They call me Double-O-Soul baby
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| I’m Agent Double-O-Soul.
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| I don’t carry no pistol
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| I don’t wear a false mustache
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| And you’ll never see me carrying
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| Around a little black bag.
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| My real names no secret
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| But from me it will never be told.
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| I’m just known as Agent Double-O-Soul baby!
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| Agent Double-O-Soul.
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| They call me Double-O-Soul baby
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| I’m Agent Double-O-Soul.
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| There once was a fella
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| Who was down on rock and roll.
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| He couldn’t get himself together
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| He didn’t have no kind of soul.
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| The office put me on his case
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| And I tracked him down right away.
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| Now he’s a deejay on a radio show
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| A station that everybody knows.
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| Call me Double-O-Soul
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| Call me Double-O-Soul
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| Double-O-Soul
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| Double-O-Soul
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| Double-O-Soul
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| Double-O-Soul
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| At my job I work real hard
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| I’m on the go Rain, sleet, or snow.
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| I’m Agent Double-O-Soul baby!
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| I’m Agent Double-O-Soul
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| They call me Double-O-Soul baby. |