Текст (слова) песни: David Bowie - 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
[CHORUS] 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
[CHORUS (x3)]
Come on, ah, come on, ah [repeat ad inf.]
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