There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger

I woke up this morning with this song running through my head.

With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

And it just won't leave!

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name

That refrain especially just keeps knocking back and forth rising to my stream of conciousness at the most inappropriate time.

Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind

Damn it, Johnny Rivers! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

You know there's only one reliable way to get rid of a song in your head. That's to firmly implant it in somebody else's head.

Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day

You're providing the head for this particular song exorcism. Sorry to do this to you. Normally I'd walk over and lay this on G but he's still on vacation.

Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Feel free to bitch at me for this unwarranted and evil thing I have done to you. You may freely curse my name each time the devilish refrain pops unbided into your thoughts throughout the day.

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name

Ahhh...freedom.