Slave to the Rhythm
I had a grandfather on my father's side
He's ninety-five years old
His great-grandfather came from Nigeria, from the Igbo tribe
I don't look like my mother and I don't look like my father
I look exactly like my grandfather
And I act like him
Do you act all the time?
Not all the time, no
You work all day and men you know
The wheels must turn to keep the flow
Oh, oh, oh
Build on up, don't break the chain
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Work to the rhythm, uh-huh
You build on up, don't break the chain
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows
Fire burns, heart beats strong
Sing out loud, the chain gang song
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Never stop the action
Oh, never stop the action
Never stop the action
Keep it up, keep it up
Never stop the action
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
Live to the rhythm
Love to the rhythm
