Hang on to Yourself

(One, two)

Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm

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

Well, come on, 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

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

But then we move like tigers on Vaseline

Well, the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

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

Well, come on, 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

Come on, oh

Lay it on

Come on, 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

Well, come on, 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

Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah

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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