Lyrics

"It's a lovely morning again" the man said Looking through the hole in his newspaper Situated by the window he kept a steady eye On the falling rain Or so it seems Then he sat back, relaxed "Wonderful" he resumed, "Wonderful weather indeed To keep them off the streets, I mean Makes it easier for me to check up the few who won't" He paused As if he expected to get reactions of any kind But there were none And is for me, I just wondered whom he was talking to And check up what? And check up who? He had me confused and I didn't know what to think Except that he gave me a reason to order another drink [Chorus] Tell me do you wanna face the enemy Is it CIA or KGB? For what goes on behind your back Can't you see this simple surprise attack? This invasion by secret agents Infiltrating into our nation But you don't turn around you turn your back Eyes fixed on a Soviet threat "Whiskey or vodka?" he asked when I passed On the way back to my table "Pardon?" "Is it whiskey or vodka you've got there" he asked again "Who cares" I said "It's only a drink." "But no, it's not!" He cried out loud Then he lowered his voice "It's not, you know . I mean, I just happen, to know By virtue of my profession one might say That consuming vodka can be seen As a support to communist ideals One is what one drinks, I tell you So no offence meant, but We'd better stick to good old American whiskey!" And with a "cheers!" he raised a glass and finished it Then he wiped near his mouth, try to get it clean And he was exactly what I thought he was. Drunk, I mean [Chorus] Tell me do you wanna face the enemy Is it CIA or KGB? For what goes on behind your back Can't you see this simple surprise attack? This invasion by secret agents Infiltrating into our nation But you don't turn around you turn your back Eyes fixed on a Soviet threat "It's not like on TV" he said, "It's worse You can't tell them from common people nowadays But it's obvious the Soviets spy on us." "I agree." I said "And what do you think the yanks are doing? For what do you think they are? Tourists? Businessmen?" "Hey, but they're on our side" he interrupted "They are friends!" "Sure." I replied, "That's what they all say, isn't it? You know, everybody's in showbiz, everybody's a spy." There was silence Lost for words, as truth is stranger than whiskey He turned away and reached for his drink Well, I'd just had enough, so I took my coat And sneaked out back into the rain Making him waste his time again As this is the way the world ends Not with a bang or a whimper But a stab in the back by so-called friends [Chorus] Tell me do you wanna face the enemy Is it CIA or KGB? For what goes on behind your back Can't you see this simple surprise attack? This invasion by secret agents Infiltrating into our nation But you don't turn around you turn your back Eyes fixed on a Soviet threat