Hang on to Yourself (Bowie) - 2:38

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

So come on, come on,
we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, don't talk much, just ball
and play
But then we move like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen
guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from
Mars

So come on, come on,
we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on,
if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself