He's on a mission; British intelligence;
A press gray suit and a cold PPK in his fist
The enemy's out to get him in his Technicolor world
With his good looks, he'll bag the babes,
And then he'll go and save the day

Don't ask Dr No

All the ladies want him, suave as he can be
Ducking bullets, punch and kicks,
While lighting his lucky cigarette
Someday I'll be like him
And learn the tricks of the trade
License to kill; I'm taking over
Double O agent on his way