Hang On To Yourself (Early Ziggy Session Take) David Bowie

[Intro]
Twelve (One, two)
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
Oh, she's a tongue-twist sweet
She'll be comin' to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
She's a virgin, we're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
So come on, well, come on
We've really got a good thing going
So come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
You don't want me on, baby, lady

[Verse 2]
Oh, we don't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
The bitter sounds much better in a stolen guitar
You're safe, we're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
Well, come on, well, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
Don't put me on, baby, lady