He's got a gun and great big man-titsnHe's got jug-ears and tiny trunksnDame Judi Dench is FURIOUS with him!nHe's gone completely out to lunchnnThe Quantum of Solace! (The Quantum of Solace!)nI don't know what that means! (What does it mean?)nnHe's having flash-backs in black and whitenNo more waxed eyebrows, no more quipsnHe's got the stunting from the Bourne filmsnand lots of product sponsorshipnnThe Suantum of Quolace! (The Suantum of Quolace!)nDid I get it confused? (I got it mixed-up!)nnHe's nearly dead-- no, really, nearlynIt's much more gritty than beforenNo silly gadgets, just lots more fightingnwith that French bloke that does parkournnThe Thingy of Whatsit! (The Something of Boris!)nI forgot what it's called! (Is that what it was?)nnSometimes I wish Roger Moore would come backnwith an underwater car or some kind of jetpacknor a hover-gondola and a Union JacknnForget it, mate, it's not the '80s!nHe'd rather kick you in the face!nWe've got a new Bond for the noughtiesnbecause the world's a TERRIBLE place!nnThe Quantum of Solace! (The Quantum of Solace!)nI've written it down! (I'll remember it now!)