Hang On To Yourself
She's a tongue twisting stormCome to the show tonightPraying to the light machineShe wants my honey, not my moneyShe's a funky thigh collectorLayin' on 'lectric dreams
Come on, come onWe've really got a good thing goingCome on, come onIf you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk muchJust ball and playBut then we move around like tigers on vaselineWell the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitarYou're the blessed, we're the Spiders from Mars
Come on, come onWe've really got a good thing goingCome on, come onIf you think we're gonna make itYou better hang on to yourself