Jones The Rhythm - Grace Jones

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