Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Tyler
Lead Vocals
Joe Perry
Background Vocals
Brad Whitford
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Hamilton
Bass Guitar
Joey Kramer
Drums
John Webster
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Tyler
Songwriter
Joe Perry
Songwriter
Jim Vallance
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Fairbairn
Producer
John "Geedis" Aguto
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ed Korengo
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Thoener
Recording Engineer
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Ken Lomas
Recording Engineer
Mike Plotnikoff
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut your lips
I can't explain how to be fat city
You got to live large, got to let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't you give me no flack, honey, shut your lip
You got to have stones if you're living in the city
If you want to hang loose got to get a grip rip
Once upon a crime I thought I was cool, but I don't want to brag
Once I crossed the line, I think I must have zigged when I should have zagged
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut your lips
I can't explain how to be fat city
You got to live large, got to let it rip
Same old, same old every day
If things don't change you're just gonna rot
Because if you do what you've always done
You'll always get what you always got
Uh, could that be nothing?
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut your lips
I can't explain how to be fat city
You got to live large, got to let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't give me no flack, honey shut your lip
You got to have stones if you're living in the city
If you want to hang loose got to get a grip rip
Who knows for sure, yeah, without a doubt
What goes on when the lights go out
Or who pulls in when I pull out
And what's a one eyed trouser trout?
I was so short-sighted
Now the wrong been righted
I feel so delighted
I get so excited
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut you lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You got to live large, got to let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't you give me no flack, honey, shut your lip
You got to have stones if you're living in the city
If you want to hang loose got to get a grip rip
You want to get high in a New York minute
Choke that smoke, honey crack the whip
Your head gets dead, yeah, as long as you're in it
You want to hang loose, got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't give me no flack, honey, shut your lip
You got to have stones if you're living in the city
If you want to hang loose got to get a grip rip
Writer(s): James Douglas Vallance, Steven Tyler, Joe Perry
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