Slave To The Rhythm

Grace Jones: «I have a grandfather on my father’s side. He’s 95 years old.
His great grandfather came from Nigeria, from the Igbo tribe. I don’t look
like my mother and I don’t look like my father. I look exactly like my
grandfather. I act like him.»
Paul Morley: «Do you act all the time?»
Grace Jones: «Not all the time. No.»
You Work all day and men who know
The wheels must turn to keep the flow
Oh, oh, oh
Build on up, don’t break the chain
Sparks will fly when the whistle blows
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Work to the rhythm! Mm-hm
Build on up, don’t break the chain
Sparks will fly when the whistle blows
Fire burns, hearts beat strong
Sing out loud, the chain gang song
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm
Never stop the action
Oh, never stop the action
Never stop the action
Keep it up, keep it up
Never stop the action
Aaaaaooowww!
Slave to the rhythm!
Keep it up, keep it up!
Never stop! Never stop!
Keep it up!
Work to the rhythm!
Slave to the rhythm! A-ha
Live to the rhythm!
Love to the rhythm! A-ha