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
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
You better hang on to yourself
So come on, so come on, we've really got a good thing going
You better hang on to yourself
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
You better hang on to yourself
Come on, come on
She wants my honey not my money, she's a funky thigh collector
Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
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
Come on
Layin' on 'electric dreams
Well come on, well 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