David Bowie - Hang on to yourself

The rise and fall of Ziggy Stardust and the spiders from mars ( 1971 )

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.]