Way back when, when I was another man, a passport from Pakistan.
You were my rendezvous.
On the platform, grabbing the black brief case, just as I saw your face,
you vanished in Budapest.
I was going to resign, I had lived for too long behind enemy lines
I never thought I'd be called in from the cold
or bite the hand that once controlled me.
Maybe, you'd be the one to save me
and make me the happiest spy in the world.
Under cover under the old regime, cocktails and kerosene.
The fire at the embassy drew pursuers off of the non-descript
man with the manuscript stuffed in his underwear
I had run out of time I was trapped like a fly caught in a web of designs
just hoping that someone could decrypt the code
Before my ticking bomb exploded.
Maybe you'd be the one to save me
And make me the happiest spy in the world
I hid my microphone in the chandelier above.
Could not believe my ears when you confessed your love...
I had run out of time, I was trapped like a spy behind enemy lines
I never unlocked the great conspiracy that brought us here and made you love me
Lady, you were the one who saved me
And made me the happiest spy in the world
Happiest spy in the world
The happiest spy in the world.