Hang On to Yourself lyrics

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