Letras
She's a tongue-twisting storm
Come to the show tonight
Playing to the light machine
She wants my money not my honey
She's a funky flying collector
Playing on electric dreams
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going now
Come on, come on
If you think we're going to make it
Better hang on to your soul soul self
Can't dance, don't talk too much
Just point and play
And move like tigers on vaseline
More the better comes out better
On a stolen guitar
We're the blessed
We're the spiders from mars
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going now
Come on, come on
If you think we're going to make it
Better hang on to your soul soul self
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going now
Come on, come on
If you think we're going to make it
Better hang on to your soul soul self
Come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going now
Come on, come on
If you think we're going to make it
Better hang on to your soul soul self