George dont do that

It wasn't me Miss, honest Miss,
I'm not the sort to hurt a fly;
And before you smack me I'll tell you this
My dad's a famous spy.
Well he would be if we was allowed
To say things about his work
But he says it may be that the Cold
War's over, but there are dangers that lurk
Around every corner, he says.
So that's why he always has his gun
But of course he never let you sees
It at all. So Miss you better run
If he comes up to school.
No miss I never lie
That's my golden rule .....
Goblin's eat me up alive .....
Miss ........

a song
not a song