A man of no age
See this world be his stage
Subservant his number
This badge be his honour
His country to serve
In sacrificed love
These stories be told
A plot to unfold
A hero so British
This tune we still listen
A fighter of evil
His Q for distinguish
Sweet ladies a plenty
On rocks drinks martini
A drive in an Aston
Gadgets to walther
All baddies behind him
A win every time
As sunsets divine
A lady reclined
The music..........his line
The names Bond
James Bond
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
A man of no age
See this world be his stage
Subservant his number
This badge be his honour
His country to serve
In sacrificed love
These stories be told
A plot to unfold
A hero so British
This tune we still listen
A fighter of evil
His Q for distinguish
Sweet ladies a plenty
On rocks drinks martini
A drive in an Aston
Gadgets to walther
All baddies behind him
A win every time
As sunsets divine
A lady reclined
The music..........his line
The names Bond
James Bond
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