Woke up in Brooklyn, with a frown upon my face Just left Wisconsin, where there's cheese enough to start this rat race But thanks to the brothers Wright, We don't know where we'll sleep tonight. Yeah i'm a bird, in the sky and tomorrow when I rise I'll. Wake up in Paris with a new love in my heart Or maybe Germany with that brand new pet I met in Stuttgart Sky's the limit it's time to play, I'll put down roots some other day. No need be a lonely joe, The jet set is the only way to go. Would you like new music, and mystery, each and every day? Lose the same old music and history, Make a new friend then fly away And wake up in Texas where they treat their women right And then try Hollywood where the stars get lit out in broad daylight. Any city near or far feels twice as good as where you are. When you're sick of the status quo, the jet set is the only way to go. Would you like the sleigh ride, a hayride, then kiddo just stay home But if you want jet set, then get set, to leave behind Kansas, There's no place like Rome. Wake up in Rio, have your coffee in Brazil When real life gets you down take a far-out, one way trip to splitsville Swedish, Greek or Japanese, a stewardess is trained to please. So if you've got what it takes below, Well then fly this bird like Cupid's bow, Cause the jet set's just a holiday And the jet set goes up up and away so... Right down to It'ly for la bella femina, Jump in a fountain for a big dose of la dolce vita. If your taste is more risque, well then I know a joint in old Bombay. So hang on tight, let's loop-de-loop It's time to fly this chicken coop So pack up your suitcase, Check your worries at the gate Come out and play boy, cruise the world to find your perfect playmate. Things look better from above so buckle up next stop is love From Timbuktu to Tokyo, from Mozambique to Mexico. Well the jet set is the only way to go.

Yo, Cochise, a weh dem a seh? Jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah) Jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet Pull up, flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) I be in too deep I might take a dive and then I sleep I been so excitеd, couldn't sleep 'Cause you know we be vibin' еvery week Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Man, they can't fuck with it, hey I get this money up, hey Baby, I'm geeked and it's, hey Baby, I'm makin' it, hey I'm, hey Baby, I'm eatin' it, ayy I'm really givin' it, hey Hop, hop in, hop in Hop in the jet, yeah Bitches, they toppin' it, yeah Woah, woah, woah Jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah) Jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (Yeah), jet Pull up, flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) Flex (Yeah), flex (Yeah) Yeah, I pull up, I hop out, they see that Yeah, I'm steppin' on niggas, I'm kickin' on niggas like FIFA And nigga, you say you get money My nigga, my nigga, my nigga we know that you lyin' She makin' it twerk, pull up, she makin' it work Yeah, she pull up and makin' it perp' My niggas be gettin' this work And shorty, she makin' it hurt (ayy) Hit it, I'm goin' berserk I hit it, I'm goin' berserk Yeah, hit it, I'm goin' berserk Yeah, shawty she call me her, "uh-uh-uh" These bitches gettin' their "uh-uh-uh" Gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this money Just get the, "Uh-uh-uh" (woah) And so I thought, I don't thank you (no thank you) Yeah, but I don't hate you (don't hate you) I got some diamonds on my neck (I got some diamonds on my neck) I had to put her in a 'Vette (I had a 'Vette) I caught shawty tryna hop off in a jet Jet (yeah), jet (yeah), jet (yeah), jet (yeah) Jet (yeah), jet (Yeah), jet (yeah), jet Pull up, flex (Yeah) Flex (yeah), flex (yeah), flex (yeah) Flex (yeah), flex (yeah), flex (yeah) Flex (yeah), flex (yeah) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah, ayy

(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.)

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