Every night, I hope and pray
My deep cover won't go away.
This world is full of rogue arms;
If I'm unmasked, I'll come to harms,
'cause I don't want (no, no!)
The world (no, no!)
At all (no, no!)
To know (know? No!)
That I'm deep cover; and if I scheme right, it won't blow.

Deep cover. Who are you?
I question I don't rue.
It's a secret. . .can't be told.
If you learn it, fear--you'll be cold.
'cause I don't want (no, no!)
The world (no, no!)
To call (no, no!)
My phone (know? No!)
'cause I'm deep cover; and I don't need that number known.

Some day, don't know how,
I'm gonna leave this scene.
Some way, I don't know how--
The Agency is mean.

Deep cover, until then,
You'll go to "sleep" if you should ken
All the lowly things I do;
You'll find yourself in deep doo-doo.
And I don't want (no, no!)
This girl (no, no!)
Who calls (no, no!)
To know (know? No!)
Under the sleep covers, she's baleenin' me--thar she blows.

Deep past her coverlet mown.
She begs me to increase speed of bone.
It's me and not my cover blown.