You always said you were so damn fast

Well tell me how long did you think this little game of yours was going to last?

Work nine to five for the CIA

But after hours it’s anything goes it’s who you know

It’s whoever is willing to pay

Well don’t look now but you’re being followed

Don’t look now but you can’t go home

Don’t look now but I think they can hear us

The salt shaker’s a microphone

There’s been some rough trade hanging ‘round

Playing twenty questions asking where you was

Where you could be found

I didn’t tell them not a single thing

But they’re putting on the screws and sooner or later

Somebody who knows you is going to sing

Well don’t look now but the sky is falling

Don’t look now but it’s hit the ground

Don’t look now but that little old lady on the park bench

Is wired for sound