Hang On to Yourself - Live; Stereo

Oh, she's a tongue twisting storm
 Comes to the show tonight
 Praying to the light machine
 She wants my honey not my money
 She's a funky-thigh collector
 Laying on the 'lectric dream
 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 yourself
 We don't dance, don't talk much, we just ball and play
 Then we move around like tigers on Vaseline
 You know, the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
 You're the blessed, we're 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 yourself
 C'mon
 Come on, come on
 Really got a good thing going
 Come on, come on
 If you think we're gonna make it
 You better hang on to yourself
 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 yourself