Danger Man

Swooping down into a sandstorm,
Riding on glider made of human skin,
Making my escape from the Palace of Evil,
Boy, what a fix I was in.

Taking out patterns of bad guys,
Firing off a sound-bite for every good-bye,
And I gotta say that it breaks my heart,
That so many had to die.

But they had great skin.
Y'know I think they moisturized.

Crashing on the roof of the kasbah,
Brushing out the sand from the folds of my suit,
Bar tender mix me a dry martini,
Shaken not stirred to boot.

Mmm-mmm Russian Vodka...
Hey! wait a minute, is that still cool?

People think I'm narcissistic,
Maybe some would say I'm a bit of a tool,
But I'm just a regular guy next door,
And I ain't nobody's fool.

So they call me the danger man,
And yes, that's probably true,
I go where nobody dares to go,
Because I'm so much braver than you.

They call me the danger man,
Oh yeah I'm the danger man,
And I've got great teeth.

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