In Like Our Man Flint

                 Artist Jim Reinder's memorial to his father - Carhenge, in Alliance, Nebraska

   Some claim it's in his nature

It's the devil in him playing Russian roulette

Seems he always wins, never been a failure 

Hasn't faced anything that made him break a sweat

Nerves of steel and a spine to match

Nothing goin' make him break a sweat

Gotta gun to his head not going to make him sweat

Hanging on the edge of a cliff not going to make him sweat

He's had his back to the wall in Saint Petersburg

Dodged the Fat Man in Tokyo

Got drunk in the street with Kerouac & Ginsberg

Played Rummy for speed with that rat Berkman

Traded junk for guns with the traitor Shevchenkhin

Never shows a hint of fear

Always has a way out

 The mission's success never in doubt

Call him Derek

Call him Flint

In Rome, Berlin, even Zurich

Now they got him, no, they didn't

He's a one man army of cool

He'll save the world but a Saint he ain't

His word is his bond but not a restraint

Agent of Z.O.W.I.E.