Karaoké Hang on to Yourself David Bowie

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 electric dream

Well, 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 the blessed we're the spiders from Mars

Well, come on

Come on

We've really got a good thing going

Come on

Well, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

Come on

Oh

Lay it on, come on

Oh 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

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Well, 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

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