I'd rather be his glamorous girl Leather trousers and teeth like pearl The wind in my hair Lots of style and flair A skirt that will whoosh and whirl !!!
Would you like to be the new Bond? Of the fee I could get very fond But as I don't drive A stunt man must strive I hope fans don't feel they've been conned.
Then a voice came from inside the loo "Get me out of 'ere, there's a queue!" This feels like a trap And the draught through the gap Is getting us all in a stew.