There’s a man who leads a life of danger.
To everyone he tweets he stays a stranger.
With every pic he takes another gaff he makes.
Odds are he’ll be front page news tomorrow.
Chorus:
Secret Carlos Danger Man
Secret Carlos Danger Man
You’ve gotten tired of Huma and you’re given’ ‘way your name.
Beware of pretty faces that you find.
A stupid face can hide perverted mind.
Oh, be careful what you text,
When giving yourself sex.
Odds are you’ll be down the polls tomorrow.
Chorus:
Swinging in the gym with mirrors one day
Then lying naked on a futon next day.
Oh, don’t you let the wrong words slip,
while showing us all your hips.
Odds are you won’t get the nom’ tomorrow.
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