Hang On To Yourself

[Verse 1]
Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams

[Chorus]
So come on, a-come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, a-come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Verse 2]
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
Well, the bittеr comes out better on a stolеn guitar
You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
A-come on, a-come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, a-come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Chorus]
Come on, a-come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, a-come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Chorus]
A-come on, a-come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, a-come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Outro]
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Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah
Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah