There's a man who's fit of anger,
A super killer-spy and skinheadbanger
And every job he takes,
Another skull he breaks
Odds are you won't live to see his hair grow
"Cuz he's Skinhead Stan
Secret Agent Man
They're giving him a six-pack
And he's playing in their game
You'll never find him carrying a gun
His ways of killing he finds much more fun
Don't expect him to be kind
If he gets you from behind
Odds are you won't live to see his hair grow
Well he's on the job
When he's on the case
You'll find his knob
In some girl's face
He's out of luck and into danger
Looks like he fucked a deadly stranger
His enemies are wise, but he is wiser
Got a bomb looks like a can of Budweiser
Oh no, you opened the wrong beer
A put it right up to your ear
Odds are you won't never have no hair now
Wake up Skinhead Stan,
Secret Agent Man
They've given you a six-pack,
But there isn't any beer
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