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​Spy

This song is by JJ Gilmour and appears on the album Sunnyside (P.A.L.) (2002).

Who's that in the corner
I'm sure he's a foreigner
Nobody from these parts
Never wears a shirt and tie
Says he's in the air force
Flew a little off course
Running low on fuel
So he landed in a field nearby

Is that a camera he's pointing at me?
Our conversation's being taped for TV
My paranoia's playing havoc on me, oh, my

How come these Italians
Bigger than a stallion
Keep on asking questions
All about my where and why?
Flex a little muscle
Everything's a hustle
Over by the newsstand
Keeping out a watchful eye

Is that a pistol that he's pointing at me?
I'm being followed by the mafia, you see
My paranoia's playing havoc on me, oh my
My, my, my

I think he's a spy
I think he's a spy
He's got that look in his eye
Oh, Lord, he looks like a spy, oh, my

Say a little prayer, son
We don't really care, son
We can make you wish
That you never were born
You must be aware
Of the danger and the dare
We're not here to scare
Was that your shirt we've torn?

They're outside my window sitting there in his car
His inside pocket is a VCR
My paranoia can't be stretching this far, oh, aye
Aye, aye, aye

I think he's a spy
I think he's a spy

Him there with the big lad
He's a little triad
I was walking home
Last night he was following on
He's been here for ages
Claiming people's wages
Marching through the streets of the town
Like the rising sun

I think he's a spy
I think he's a spy
He's got that look in his eye
Oh, Lord, he looks like a spy
Oh, God, he must be a spy
He's got a looking glass eye
So why's he following you and I?