Released
April 20, 1993
Label
Geffen Records
Recorded At
Little Mountain Sound Studios, Vancouver BC, and A&M Studios, Los Angeles CA
Length
1:02:09
Discs
1

Credits
Tyler/Perry/Jim Vallance
Length
3:58
First known play
1993-06-04
Most recent known play
1994-11-18
Total known full plays
26

Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut your lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don'tcha gimme no flack, honey shut your lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If you wanna hang loose, gotta 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'a
Zigged when I should'a zagged

Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Same old, same old every day
If things don't change you're just gonna rot
'Cause if you do what you've always done
You'll always get what you always got
Oh, could that be nothin'

Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don'tcha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If ya wanna hang loose gotta 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 vein, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don'tcha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip

You wanna get high in a New York minute
Choke that smoke, honey, crack the whip
Your head gets dead as long as you're in it
You wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don'tcha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip