Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Tyler
Steven Tyler
Lead Vocals
Joe Perry
Joe Perry
Background Vocals
Brad Whitford
Brad Whitford
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Hamilton
Tom Hamilton
Bass Guitar
Joey Kramer
Joey Kramer
Drums
John Webster
John Webster
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Tyler
Steven Tyler
Songwriter
Joe Perry
Joe Perry
Songwriter
Jim Vallance
Jim Vallance
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Fairbairn
Bruce Fairbairn
Producer
John "Geedis" Aguto
John "Geedis" Aguto
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ed Korengo
Ed Korengo
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Thoener
David Thoener
Recording Engineer
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Ken Lomas
Ken Lomas
Recording Engineer
Mike Plotnikoff
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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