Bài hát Hang On To Yourself Báo Lỗi

"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.]