She's a tongue twisting storm    She will come to the show tonight    Praying to the light machine    She wants my money, not my honey    She's a funky thigh collector    Laying on electric dreams       So come on, come on    We've really got a good thing going    Come on, come on    If you think we're gonna make it    You better hang on to yourself       We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play    But then we move around like tigers on vaseline    The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar    You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars       So come on, come on    We've really got a good thing going    Come on, come on    If you think we're gonna make it    You better hang on to yourself       So come on, come on    We've really got a good thing going on   Come on, come on    If you think we're gonna make it    You better hang on to yourself