I took a train to the Berlin station.
Rendez vous with a Paraguayan agent.
He had the film, I had the vault-key.
I checked the stills, that's when he caught me.

A sudden blow from behind.
A perfumed note saying,
Better luck next time.

We met again at a Turkish bath in Turkey.
On the trail of a smacked-out Iraqi.
He had the name of a dame from the K.G.B.
Who knew that you were doing some work for me.
You scrubbed his back, I bugged the tub.
He spilled the beans and you pulled the plug.

ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, my love,ââ,¬Â she said.
ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, we'll go to bed,
And then we'll disappear into the fog,
See you in Prague.ââ,¬Â

On the run from the Cuban secret service
Major Cruz was a man with a purpose.
He ran me down to a hotel in Geneva.
You checked in he was poised with a cleaver.

One little job his eyes rolled back.
Curare looked just like a heart attack.

ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, my love,ââ,¬Â she said.
ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, we'll go to bed,
And then we'll disappear into the fog,
See you in Prague.ââ,¬Â

You have this habit of turning up
In Budapest, Suez, Nicaragua.

ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, my love,ââ,¬Â she said.
ââ,¬Å"See you in Prague, we'll go to bed,
And then we'll disappear into the fog,
See you in Prague.ââ,¬Â