Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 Laying on electric dreams [Chorus] So come on, a-come on We've really got a good thing going A-come on, a-come on If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself [Verse 2] We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play But then we move like tigers on Vaseline Well, the bittеr comes out better on a stolеn guitar You're the Blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars [Chorus] A-come on, a-come on We've really got a good thing going A-come on, a-come on If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself [Chorus] Come on, a-come on We've really got a good thing going A-come on, a-come on If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself [Chorus] A-come on, a-come on We've really got a good thing going A-come on, a-come on If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself [Outro] Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah