- published: 26 Jul 2011
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Die Schlacht von Stalingrad
The Battle of Normandy 1944
Standing HCT Amel
World War 2
World of Tanks - German Steel
World War 2 - The German Soldier
Battle of the Bulge 1944/1945
Die Wehrmacht - Wir Waren Soldaten
They fought for Germany
Fallschirmjäger - The Battle of Crete 1941
Endkampf um Deutschland
World War II : Intense Combat Footage
The Italian front 1944/1945
Schlacht um berlin 1945
[Chorus:]
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't cha 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
Once upon a crime I thought I was cool
but I don't want to brag
Once I crossed the line I think I musta
zigged when I shoulda zagged
[Chorus]
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
Uh could that be nothin'
[Chorus]
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't cha 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't cha 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, yea,
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't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city