Lyrics:

Grace Jones: ''I have a grandfather on my father''s side. He''s 95 years old. His great grandfather came from Nigeria, from the Ebo 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 knowThe wheels must turn to keep the flowOh, oh, ohBuild on up, don''t break the chain,Sparks will fly when the whistle blowsOh, ohOh, oh, slave to the rhythmOh, ohOh, oh, slave to the rhythmWork to the rhythm! Mm-hm.Build on up, don''t break the chain,Sparks will fly when the whistle blowsFire burns, hearts beat strongSing out loud, the chain gang songOh, ohOh, oh, slave to the rhythmOh, ohOh, oh, slave to the rhythmOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, slave to the rhythmOh, ohOh, oh, slave to the rhythmNever stop the actionOh, never stop the actionNever stop the actionKeep it up, keep it upNever stop the actionAaaaaooowww!(Humming)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.