Hang On To Yourself

[Verse 1]

Well she's a tongue twisting storm

She'll 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]

Well come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on, well come on

If you think we're going to 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 bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

You're the Blessed

We're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]

Well come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on, well come on

If you think we're going to make it

You better hang on to yourself

[Bridge]

Come on

Lay it on

[Chorus](2x)

Well come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Well come on, well come on

If you think we're going to make it

You better hang on to yourself

[Outro]

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