Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you Please don't take my man Your beauty is Beyond compare With flaming locks Of auburn hair Ivory skin and eyes Of emerald green Your smile is like A breath of spring Your voice is soft Like summer rain I cannot compete With you, Jolene He talks about you In his sleep There's nothing I Can do to keep From crying when he Calls your name, Jolene And I can easily Understand How you could easily Take my man You don't know what He means to me, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you, Please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Please don't take him just Because you can Well, you could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh, I'm begging of you, please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can Oh, please don't take him even though you can Oh, please don't take him even though you can Oh, Jolene

We'll sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way I will never love you The cost of love's too dear But though I'll never love you I'll live with you one year And we will sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way I'll sing to you each morning I'll kiss you every night But darlin', don't cling to me I'll soon be out of sight But we can sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way My daddy, he once told me Hey, don't you love you any man Just take what they can give you And give but what you can And you can sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way And when our year has ended And I have gone away I'll often speak about you And this is what I'll say "You know we sang in the sunshine We laughed every day We sang in the sunshine Then I went on my way" We'll sing in the sunshine We laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way We'll sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way We'll sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day We'll sing in the sunshine And I'll be on my way We'll sing in the sunshine We'll laugh every day

As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto (In the ghetto) People, can't you understand A child needs a helping hand Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Or do we simply turn our heads And look the other way While the world turns And a hungry little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto (In the ghetto) And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto (In the ghetto) Then one night in desperation A young man breaks away He buys a gun and he steals a car And he tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries (In the ghetto) As a crowd gathers 'round An angry young man Face down on the street With a gun in his hand In the ghetto (In the ghetto) And her young man dies (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' Another little baby child is born In the ghetto (In the ghetto) And his mama cries (In the ghetto) (Oh)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)