I get my face beat in by thugs who are dumb
Need to escape so I'll blast them with my gun
You know I'm always in harm
I'll brag and boast in these fights but I'm sick of spy junk

So sick of spy junk
So sick of spy junk

Scrap these sport coats, suits and ties cause I'm sick of spy junk
Don't want to coast through the sky cause I'm sick of spy junk

Throw darts that are mines
Shooting villains to stop crimes
Nail file saws through wood
Drugging guards right where they stood
This job is scathing when I'm getting beat up (It blows!)
Those henchmen that you got, I'm feeling each punch (Blood flows!)

Locked up to some laser that's bright (Yeah)
"Mr. Bond, I want you to go and die"
Once was a blast now I just sigh (Uh huh)
He'll keep yapping, I'll be fine

I'm under bedsheets with some chicks who are hot
Sure that's a perk but I know that I'll be shot
I'll use my masculine charms
This makes it hard for a wife so I'm sick of spy junk

So sick of spy junk
So sick of spy junk

Can't get a date on most nights cause I'm stuck with spy junk
And each cute chick wants to fight so I'm sick of spy junk

Rich punks in their yachts
Planning to go rob Fort Knox
Found the sub that I've got
Missiles fired and I'm squashed
This job is dangerous when I'm getting crushed (It blows!)
I'd rather water plants and go trim a bush (Use hoes!)

I've got no name just a number, It bites! (Yeah)
Risk my neck, Newspapers will never write
I might drive fast in some sweet ride
But I'm betting bullets fly (bullets fly, bullets fly, bullets fly...)

This job's not that sweet though you think it's awesome
You wanna trade? Cause I'd rather work in stocks
Then dodge through bad guy swarms
Can't munch nachos and drink Sprite need to stay a spy hunk

Jump from mountain peaks to evade being caught
And leap through flames, I can tell you burns aren't fun
I'd rather work on a farm
You think it's gross but it's tight when you're sick of spy junk

So sick of spy junk
So sick of spy junk

This is the roast of my plight cause I'm sick of spy junk