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When Christmas time has gone awayand Bond goes on a holidayWho's there to save the day?Secret SantaRed smoking jacket lined with furHis egg nog shaken, never stirredand femme fatales that purr for Secret SantaDouble agents fear the man called "Kringle"with hi tech gadgets made by elves that decipher code, explode and jingleChildren nestled in their bedsSugar plums dance in their headsThey know nothing 'bout the Feds or the Secret SantaHere comes Santa Claus, there goes Santa in a shiny, red DB5They say that Santa is one bad (shut your mouth)Just talkin' 'bout Santa (and we can dig it)You can be a counter intelligence hottieDoesn't need a wire tap to detect if you've been nice or you're naughtyAnd even though he's a spy, he's an average Joe, Tom, Dick, Harry or SteveWell... except for that part where he climbs down your chimney on Christmas EveLetras de cancionesSo stay off of his "naughty" listor your Christmas gift will be a fistand you'll find that you've been misseddidn't leave you any giftsbut all the ladies have been kissed by the Secret Santa From Letras Mania