The language of spies
Slips from my partner's tongue
Cooler than Moscow,
Well oiled as his gun.
I find him boring.
His spy talk leaves me snoring.
The language of spies
Has left me craving antlered guys.
But there's just one thing.
Just one thing,
But there's just one thing
I really want to know.
Who's that squirrel flying around with you?
Tell me, who's that squirrel flying around with you?
Tell me, who's that squirrel?
The language of moose--
I laugh till I can't breathe.
Each time you say
"There's nothing up my sleeve."
Your hair-brained notions
Have fired my emotions,
I love all the foolishness
Your antlered dome has spawned.
Who's that squirrel flying around with you?
Tell me, who's that squirrel flying around with you?
Tell me, who's that squirrel?