Goodbye to Sir Sean Connery.
I've watched your films since nineteen sixty-three.
I've seen you fight those SPECTRE guys.
Make sure that missile never flies
so that tomorrow never dies.

And I say Goodbye, Mister Bond.
How well you're serving old Mother England.
Yeah, I know that Sean's a Scot.
Only work with what I've got.
His nation puts me on the spot.

Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
But the films that they made from reality have strayed.

Goodbye to you, Sir Roger Moore.
Saw "Golden Gun" back in seventy-four.
Sometimes the logic, plots would bend.
But the message you did send
must keep up the British end.

And I say Goodbye, Mister Bond.
How well you're serving old Mother England.
Always a rise there in your stock.
You made money, it's a lock
and got to sleep with Barbara Bach.

Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the drinks he's preferred, they are shaken and not stirred.
Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the drinks he's preferred, they are shaken and not stirred.

Timothy Dalton, where'd you go?
Only twice did you in these films show.
"Licence to Kill," "Living Daylights."
You're in a different film tonight.
You don't share George Lazenby's plight.

And I say Goodbye, Mister Bond.
How well you're serving old Mother England.
And, yes, I know that I should mean
that Pierce Brosnan wears the green.
But he'll always steal the scene.

Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the bad guys can't play.
He will die another day.
Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the bad guys can't play.
He will die another day.
Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the drinks he's preferred, they are shaken and not stirred.
Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
And the drinks he's preferred, they are shaken and not stirred.
Of this spy, we are fond.
We've had seasons of James Bond.
But the films that they made from reality have strayed.
(repeat 'til fade)