Little Bob & The Lollipops - Agent Double-O-Soul Lyrics
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Agent Double-O-Soul
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What Are The Lyrics For Agent Double-O-Soul By Little Bob & The Lollipops?
Double-O-Soul!
I dig rock and roll music I can do the twine and the jerk I wear strictly continental suits And high collared shirts. I've got a reputation of being Gentle but bold. And that's why they call me Agent Double-O-Soul baby! Agent Double-O-Soul. They call me Double-O-Soul baby I'm Agent Double-O-Soul. I don't carry no pistol I don't wear a false mustache And you'll never see me carrying Around a little black bag. My real names no secret But from me it will never be told. I'm just known as Agent Double-O-Soul baby! Agent Double-O-Soul. They call me Double-O-Soul baby I'm Agent Double-O-Soul. There once was a fella Who was down on rock and roll. He couldn't get himself together He didn't have no kind of soul. The office put me on his case And I tracked him down right away. Now he's a deejay on a radio show A station that everybody knows. Call me Double-O-Soul Call me Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul Double-O-Soul At my job I work real hard I'm on the go Rain, sleet, or snow. I'm Agent Double-O-Soul baby! I'm Agent Double-O-Soul They call me Double-O-Soul baby. |
Who Wrote Agent Double-O-Soul By Little Bob & The Lollipops?
Bill Sharpley, Edwin Starr
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What's The Duration Of The Agent Double-O-Soul By Little Bob & The Lollipops?The duration of Agent Double-O-Soul is 2:57 minutes and seconds. |
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