[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]
Well, come on, 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

[Verse 2]
Oh, we don't talk, we don't dance much, 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

[Chorus]
Well, come on, 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
[Chorus]
Well, come on, 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

[Chorus]
Well, come on, 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

[Outro]
Come on, ah, come on
Come on, ah, come on
Come on, ah, come on
Come on, ah, come on