Letra de Hang On to Yourself
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 dreamCome 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 yourselfWe can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play 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 MarsCome 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 yourselfC'monCome 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 yourselfCome 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 yourselfC'mon, c'mon