One empty place, at a table for two,
Our agent in Rome, A cafe rendez-vous
The seat is soon taken, contact is made,
Surveyed by another whose secret is safe

Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?

The courier falls, the coffee was drugged,
The waiter makes off with the microdot.
You don't have to believe to play that double cross,
Spying for the side that pays the most.

Whose side are you on?... etc.

Who's that someone on the inside, an undercover mole?
Too late to use a lie detector, now some heads will roll.