Out of all the reindeers You know you're the mastermind Run run Rudolph Randolph ain't too far behind Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town Santa make him hurry Tell him he can take the freeway down Run run Rudolph I'm reelin' like a merry go round Said Santa to a boy "Child what have you been longing for" "All I want for Christmas is a Rock and roll electric guitar" And then away went Rudolph Whizzin' like a shootin' star Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town Santa make him hurry Tell him he can take the freeway down Run run Rudolph 'Cause I'm reelin' like a merry go round Run like you stole it Said Santa to a girl "Child what would please you most to get?" "A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink, and wet" And then away went Rudolph Whizzin' like a saber jet Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town Santa make him hurry Tell him he can take the freeway down Run run Rudolph 'Cause I'm reelin' like a merry go round Run run Rudolph (Run run Rudolph) Run run Rudolph Run run run Rudolph (Run run Rudolph) Run run Run run run Rudolph (Run run Rudolph) Merry Christmas everybody

Come on reindeers You know your the mastermind You better run run Rudolph Santa's gettin' far behind Run run Rudolph Santa's gotta make it to town If Santa makes 'em high tail it We can take the freeway down You gotta run run Rudolph Racin' like a merry-go-round Said Santa to the child "Hey boy What have you been longing for?" He said "All I want for Christmas Is a rock n' roll electric guitar" And then away went Rudolph Racin' like a shooting star You gotta run run Rudolph Santa's gotta make it to town If Santa makes 'em high tail it We can take the freeway down Well run run Rudolph Racin' like a merry-go-round Come on David, take it Well said Santa To the little girl "What is it That you wanna get?" "A little baby Doll that can cry Sleep, drink and wet" Well away went Rudolph Racin' like a searing jet You gotta run run Rudolph Santa's gotta make it to town If Santa makes 'Em high tail it We can take the freeway down Well run run Rudolph Racin' like a merry-go round Run, run, Rudolph (5x) Racin' like a merry-go round Run, run, Rudolph (5x)

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.)