No Time To Die Or Sigh

I knew I should’ve written songs

Instead of being a poet

For this is where the cash belongs

You’d think I’d always know it.

For example, the latest Bond

I could’ve joined the racket

I could’ve waved my lyrics wand

Sat back and made a packet.

It’s too late now but what the hell

Here below is my biggest sell.

‘Hey there baby, no time to die

C’mon baby, come fly with me

Tomorrow you’ll still be a spy

Let’s give ‘em death and misery.’

Maybe here is my new career

Hey baby, let’s enjoy a beer!