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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Vocals
Jean Mcclain
Jean Mcclain
Background Vocals
Lynn Davis
Lynn Davis
Background Vocals
Jeff Pescetto
Jeff Pescetto
Background Vocals
Sweet Singing Cava-Leers
Sweet Singing Cava-Leers
Background Vocals
John Pierce
John Pierce
Bass Guitar
Billy Preston
Billy Preston
Organ
Curt Bisquera
Curt Bisquera
Drums
Robin Mckidd
Robin Mckidd
Fiddle
James Rippetoe
James Rippetoe
Guitar
Frank Simes
Frank Simes
Guitar
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Guitar
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Virginal
Benmont Tench
Benmont Tench
Organ
Jaydee Maness
Jaydee Maness
Pedal Steel Guitar
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Courtney Pine
Courtney Pine
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Andy Bradfield
Andy Bradfield
Assistant Engineer
David Bianco
David Bianco
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Steve Holroyd
Steve Holroyd
Assistant Engineer

Letra

You go squeeze in your dress, and go strap on your boots I'm gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute I'm gonna smoke up a storm and step into the night I'm getting ready to burn, I'm getting ready to fly I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill Hey, would I tell you a lie We'll be slamming tequilas, popping hydrogen And lose the coils and the kinks that are wrecking my life Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain in the butt How can I think when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced on this stuff We'll be wired all night We hit the high life We'll be wired all night We hit the high life Watch me now You blew a jelly-face Joe, Pedro the pimp I'm as hard as a brick, hope I never go limp Is the earthquake shaking, is there gonna be war Tell the National Guard to mind the grocery store I said, hey, and I don't give a hoot Hey, I need some earthly delights I'll be drowning my sorrows, banging my box 'Til the sirens start singing and I'm ready to fly Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain in the butt How can I think when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced on this stuff We'll be wired all night We hit the high life We'll be wired all night We hit the high life Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain In the butt How can I think when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced On this stuff I'll be kicked in the nuts We'll be wired all night We hit the high life We'll be wired all night We hit the high life
Writer(s): Michael Phillip Jagger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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