Hang On To Yourself

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 Layin' on 'lectric dreams So 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 So 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 So 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, 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 Come on Come on ...