Hang On To Yourself (The Arnold Corns Single Version) Songtext / Lyric

Oh, she's a tongue twisting storm

Comes to the show tonight

Praying to the light machine

She wants my honey not my money

She's a funky-thigh collector

Laying on the 'lectric dream



Come on, come on

We 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, we don't talk much, we just ball and play

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






Come on, come on

We really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself



C'mon



Come on, come on

Really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself



Come on, come on

We really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself