One... two... one two three four...
Got to get a... grip Skin and bones it ain't such a pity If you think I'm vain baby shut'cha lip I can't explain how to be fat city If ya wanna live large oughta let it rip Skin and bones it ain't such a pity Don'tcha gimme no flack honey shut'cha lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city If ya 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 of 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 baby shut'cha lip I can't explain how to be fat city If ya gotta live large oughta let it rip
Same old same old every day If things don't change you're just gonna rot A 'cause if you do what you've always done You'll always get what'choo always got Uuh... could that be nothin'
Got to get a... grip Skin and bones it ain't such a pity If you think I'm vain baby shut'cha lip I can't explain how to be fat city If ya gotta live large oughta let it rip Skin and bones it ain't such a pity Don'tcha gimmie no flack honey shut'cha lip You gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip... rip
(Yeah... yeah... yeah...) (Who knows for sure yeah without a doubt) Who knows for sure yeah without a doubt
(Yeah... yeah... yeah...) (What goes on when the lights go out) What goes on when the lights go out
(Yeah... yeah... yeah...) Or who pulls in when I pull out (Both speakers) (And what is a one-eyed trouser trout) (Right speaker only)
Breaker... breaker... Come in now forty-niner We have you on approach Do you read me... over Four-niner... we have you on approach Four-niner... do you read me You're losing altitute... four-niner Four-niner... May-day... may-day May-day... may-day
I was so short-sighted And now the wrong been righted I feel so delighted I get so excited
Skin and bones it ain't such a pity If ya think I'm vain baby shut'cha lip I can't explain how to be fat city If ya gotta live large oughta let it rip Skin and bones it ain't such a pity Don'tcha gimmie no flack honey shut'cha lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip
When I 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 soften the Grip
Skin and bones it ain't such a pity Don'tcha gimme no flack honey shut'cha lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip
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