Hang On to Yourself

[Intro]

(One, two)

[Verse 1]

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

[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 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 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 gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Bridge]

Come on, oh

Lay it on

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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