Lyrics Hang Onto Yourself - David Bowie

Hang Onto Yourself

Well she’s a tongue twisted star,
She’s coming 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
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 messing with the Spiders from Mars
Come on, come on 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
Come on, come on 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