4:14
Get a Grip

I got a rip in my pants and a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose and breath full of Mad Dog Booze

I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

They, they threw me outta jail I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight...

The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse
And when the whole gang bangs tell me then what's your excuse?

I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

Fever gives you lust with an appetite
It hits you like the fangs form a rattlesnake bite
We're all here 'cause we're not all there tonight

We can't run away from trouble
There ain't no place that far
But if we do it right at the speed of light
There's the back seat of my car, caviar

I was feelin' so high I forgot what day
Now I'm feelin' low down even slow
Seems way too fast
And now the booze don't work
'Cause the drugs ran out of gas

I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

The buzz that you be gettin' from the
Crack don't last
I'd rather be O.D.in' on the
Crack of her ass
Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
All there tonight

My first time ever lover
We fall asleep out on the lawn
And when I woke up I was all alone
Makin' love to the Crack of Dawn
So yo, I beg yo pardon sir,
The gangster of love rides again

Fever You know I gotta chill
Fever It gimme such a thrill
Fever Like a burnin' plague
Fever Yeah get outta my way

Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear
As long as I'm in heaven honey I don't care
You look so good, babe, you look so fine
I tell you you're the image of the perfect crime
You get so tired holdin' on so tight
If you think you're goin' crazy
Well you may be right

Yeah we're all here 'cause we're not
All there that's right

(C) 1992 Swag Song Music, Inc. ASCAP

Aerosmith