One more coffee One more cigarette One more morning trying to forget. If I had the chance To join your dance I wouldn't like to bet, Your game is something yet It's a shame, Ain't natural for you, Baby, it's a sin, You know you just can't win When you are in. You used to ride on buses Take a tube to camden town. Now you go by aeroplane Don't let nothing bring you down. It's a shame, Ain't natural for you, Baby, it's a sin, Don't you know you just can't win When you are in. Now the road is dark and lonely, But you got a pearl light mode. You're up in park lane now And I'm somewhere around In tottenham court road. It's a shame, Ain't natural for you, Baby, it's a sin, Don't you know you just can't win When you are in. No, you just can't win, No, you just can't win When you are in.

If you go, they'll say you're following If you don't, then you're too good for them If you smile, you must be ignorant If you don't, what's your problem? If you're down, so ungrateful And if you're happy, why so selfish? And,you can't win No, you can't win, no The one who doesn't quite fit in Underdressed under your skin Oh, a walking disaster Every time you try to fly You end up falling out of line, oh You can't, you can't win, no If you're thin, poor little walking disease If you're not, they're all screaming obese If you're straight, why aren't you married yet? If you're gay, why aren't you waving a flag? If it's wrong, you're nailing it If it's right, you always miss You can't win, no You can't win, no The one who doesn't quite fit in Underdressed under your skin Oh, a walking disaster Every time you try to fly You end up falling out of line, oh You can't, you can't win, no And you try, you try so hard But it's wearing on your heart And you play, you play the game But you pay, you pay for it You can't win, no You can't win no If you speak, you'll only piss 'em off If you don't, you're another robot If you stop, they'll just say you quit If you don't, you might lose your shit You can't win, no You can't win, no You can't win, no The one who doesn't quite fit in Underdressed under your skin Oh, a walking disaster Every time you try to fly You end up falling out of line, oh You can't, you can't win, no Can't win The one who doesn't quite fit in Underdressed under your skin Oh, a walking disaster Every time you try to fly You end up falling out of line, oh You can't, you can't win, no

You can't win, you can't break even And you can't get out of the game People keep sayin' things are gonna change But they look just like, they're stayin' the same You can't win, your in over your head And you only got yourself to blame You can't win Child (You can't win Child) You can't break even And you can't get out of the game You can't win, the world keeps movin' And you're standin' far behind People keep sayin', things'll get better (Just to ease your state of mind) (So you lean back, and you smoke that smoke) (And you drink your glass of wine) So you can't win, Child, you can't break even And you can't get out of the game You can't win, you can't win no way If your story stays the same (You ain't winnin') No, no (But it's nice to see you) (I'm awfully glad you came) (Better cool it 'cause it ain't about losing') And the world has got no shame You can't win, Child You can't break even You can't get out of the game You can't win, you can't break even Ain't the way it's supposed to be (You'll be spendin') No, no (Your little bit of money) While someone else rides for free, ooh (Learn your lesson) (Refuel your mind) (Before someone blows out your flame) You can't win, Child, no You can't win You can't win, Child, no You can't win You can't win, Child, no You can't win You can't win, Child, no You can't win You can't win, Child, you can't break even And you can't get out of the game You can't get out of the game You can't get out of the game, no, no

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.)