random: slave to the rhythm ... only without most of the rhythm

So, two, three entries ago, I said that a Genuine Bond Song was "something you can imagine Shirley Bassey -- or, in a pinch, Tina Turner -- singing without making you wonder in a bemused or appalled way, 'What could she possibly have been THINKING?'"

( What follows is not, by any means, a Genuine Bond Song. )