There's a man on the east side of Paris Who looks sadly into the Seine He ain't seen his love since the overthrow Will he see her again On the hills of an African township There are some children who could never be saved And the soldiers eyes are those of fanatics Dance on their graves And the sun beats down on the East Sussex village Where the orders always come from above And Bill's in the cornfield with Mary They're in love And at night when the crowds reassemble To look for an easier route The CIA he's up in the tower blocks He's got orders to shoot Implication seems a strange way to heighten The sense of a will to survive One fond caress at the peak of excitement Keeps the natives alive And they're down in the East Sussex village Where Churchill's still known as a saint The two are engaged and the neighbours Think it's rather quaint On a bridge near the end of the freeway There's a blonde in a hamburger joint She invites all the boys in but she Sometimes questions the point Was that you at the last demonstration Taking photos of militant men Well I thought you believed in the movement Now I must think again And down in the East Sussex village The two have been married a year But one day he caught her reading his folder And she disappeared 'Cause it seems he worked undercover A lover by night an agent by day And he covered his tracks on one quiet Friday And he flew away