[Verse 1]
Well she's a tongue twisting storm
She'll come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machines
She wants my honey not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams

[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, Come on
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
Ooh, come on

[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 bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the Blessed
We're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, well come on
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
[Bridge]
Come on
Come on

[Chorus]
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, well come on
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself

Yeah, come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well come on, come on
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself

[Guitar Solo]

Come one baby

[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
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
[Audience Applause]