Hang On To Yourself

When she's in town twistin' storms, she will come To the show tonight praying to the light machine. She wants my honey, not my money. She's a twenty-five collector, living on electric Dreams. So come on, come on. We really got a good thing going. Come on, come on. If you think we're gonna make it, you better Hang on to your self. We can dance, we don't talk much. We just fall in place, but then we move Like tigers on Vaseline. When the rhythm comes I batter on a stolen Guitar. show the blessing with the spiders from Mars. Come on, come on. We really got a good thing going. Come on, come on. If you think we're gonna make it, you better Hang on to your self. Oh, yeah. Oh, come on, come on. We really got a good thing going. Come on, come on. If you think we're gonna make it, you better Hang on to your self. Come on, come on. We really got a good thing going. Come on, come on. If you think we're gonna make it, you better Hang on to your self. Oh, Yeah. Come on, come on, come on, come Come on, Come on.