David Bowie — Hang On To Yourself Live 1973

[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] Come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, Come on If you think we're going to make it You better hang on to yourself Ooh, come on [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, well come on If you think we're going to make it You better hang on to yourself [Bridge] Come on Come on [Chorus] Come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, well come on If you think we're going to make it You better hang on to yourself Yeah, come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Well come on, come on If you think we're going to make it You better hang on to yourself [Guitar Solo] Come one baby [Outro] Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah, come on, ah [Audience Applause]