Hang On To Yourself — текст песни (David Bowie)

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.)