Hang On to Yourself (John Peel Session)

Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm

Comes 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

Come on, well, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well, come on, well, come on

If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

Oh, we don't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play

Then we move like tigers on Vaseline

You know the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars

Well, come on, well, come on

We really got a good thing going

Well, come on, well, come on

If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

Come on

Come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Now, come on, well, come on

If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

Well, come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Now come on, well, come on

If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself, oh

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Ah, ah, ah, come on, come on

Ah, ah, ah, come on, come on

Ah, come on, come on