JJ Gilmour - Spy lyrics

Who's that in the corner I'm sure he's a foreigner Nobody from these parts Never wears a shirt and tie Says he's in the air force Flew a little off course Running low on fuel So he landed in a field nearby Is that a camera he's pointing at me? Our conversation's being taped for TV My paranoia's playing havoc on me, oh, my How come these Italians Bigger than a stallion Keep on asking questions All about my where and why? Flex a little muscle Everything's a hustle Over by the newsstand Keeping out a watchful eye Is that a pistol that he's pointing at me? I'm being followed by the mafia, you see My paranoia's playing havoc on me, oh my My, my, my I think he's a spy I think he's a spy He's got that look in his eye Oh, Lord, he looks like a spy, oh, my Say a little prayer, son We don't really care, son We can make you wish That you never were born You must be aware Of the danger and the dare We're not here to scare Was that your shirt we've torn? They're outside my window sitting there in his car His inside pocket is a VCR My paranoia can't be stretching this far, oh, aye Aye, aye, aye I think he's a spy I think he's a spy Him there with the big lad He's a little triad I was walking home Last night he was following on He's been here for ages Claiming people's wages Marching through the streets of the town Like the rising sun I think he's a spy I think he's a spy He's got that look in his eye Oh, Lord, he looks like a spy Oh, God, he must be a spy He's got a looking gla** eye So why's he following you and I?