Hang On to Yourself
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
Layin' on 'lectric dreams
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, 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
Just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the Spiders from Mars
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
