Croccodiles in Mexico - Bobby Jones

Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of and this emptiness in my heart Too old to be wild and free still Too young to be over the hill Should I try to grow up but who knows where to start So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Sun comes up and sun sinks down And I've seen 'em both in this tourist town Up for days in a rage just tryin' to search my soul From the answers and the reasons why I'm at these crossroads in my life And I really don't know which way to go So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Maybe I'll settle down, get married Or stay single and stay free Which road I travel is still a mystery to me So I just sit right here, have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Down in Mexico

Big veranda, stately trees Servants bring me fruit and cheese Flowers bloom and feed their bees Underneath the Sword of Damocles And I'm shooting speed 'Cause that's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico Every Eden has its price Here you have to pay it twice Servants bring me beans and rice But there's snakes in every paradise 'Cause I'm shooting speed That's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico In Mexico I'm the crazy one they can point to I'm the one who's taking the heat So I slip out at night And walk through the street I say yes, sir I say ma'am When they ask me who I think I am Servants bring me steak and lamb While I measure by the milligram I'm shooting speed 'Cause that's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico In Mexico Oh, in Mexico

Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud and be free And a race that is part of a clan And to live on highlands And the air that you breathe So pure and so clean When alone on the hills With the wind in your hair With a longing to feel Just to be free Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom It's a time wrought with fear It's a land wrought with change Ancestors could hear what is happening now They would turn in their graves They would all be ashamed That the land of the free Has written in chains And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman And I swear to defend And we'll fight to the end And I swear that I'll never be taken alive And I know that we'll stand And we'll fight for our land And I swear that my bairns Will be born free And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what I want I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free (No, no we can't let them take anymore) (No we can't let them take anymore) (No we can't let them take anymore) (We've the land of the free) Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman Freedom Freedom (screamming) Freedom Freedom And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman

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.)