[Verse 1]
Well, she's a tongue-twisting storm
She will 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
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Post-Chorus]
Ah, come on

[Verse 2]
Now we don't dance much, we just ball and play
Then we move around like tigers on Vaseline
You know 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
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself
[Post-Chorus]
Come on
Come on

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

[Chorus]
Yeah, come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
A-come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself

[Outro]
Come on
Come on, baby
Call me maybe
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on