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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 |
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Agent Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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Agent Double-O-Soul |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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They call me Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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I'm agent Double-O-Soul |
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(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 name's no secret |
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But from me it will never be told |
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I'm just known as |
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Agent Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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Agent Double-O-Soul |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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They call me Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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I'm agent Double-O-Soul |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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There once was a fella |
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Who was down on a 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 |
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Rain, sleet, or snow |
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I'm agent Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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I'm Agent Double-O-Soul |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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They call me Double-O-Soul, baby |
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(Double-O-Soul) |
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Baby, Double-O-Soul |
