Spies Song Lyrics

Spies by Tori Amos

Knowing this may help you make, make it through the night on lullabies
Knowing this may help you to open up your eyes
Spies!

Everywhere from here to London Town
Tracking the thieving meanies below and above ground
Spies, that’s right, spies

You see an aardvark on the underground
Then on the bridge, under the tower
In spatterdashes with a plaid umbrella
It’s seems he’s just a well dressed fella
Spies, that’s right, spies

Knowing this may help you make, make it through the night on lullabies
Knowing this may help you to open up your eyes
Spies, that’s right
That’s right, spies

In a café stalking scary men
Spotting a flying saucer hovering above Big Ben
Spies, that’s right, spies

They may say they’re on Holiday
Grabbing a latte in a coquelicot beret
Spies, je suis spy

But that hippopotamus
Must stay anonymous for now
Yes, that hippopotamus
Must stay anonymous for now

Here from London up to Aberdeen
Ferry to Dublin, all the way down to Skibbereen
Spies, that’s right, spies

Spies don’t think that it’s absurd
(No spy that I know does not)
Scary men dipped in mustard
(English mixed with Dijon)
Mrs Crabby Apple
Won’t get custard
Won’t get crumble

Spies, we love spies

Knowing this may help you make, make it through the night on lullabies
Knowing this may help you to open up your eyes with lullabies
Knowing this may help you to, help you close your eyes, get some shut eye