David Bowie

David Bowie - Hang On To Yourself lyrics

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Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey, no my money, she's a funky thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams

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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 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 the blessed, we're the Spiders from Mars

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Author: David Bowie

Composer: David Bowie

Publisher: Jones/Tintoretto Entertainment Co., LLC

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Released in: 1972

Language: English

Appearing on: A Reality Tour (2010) , Stage (1978) , At the Beeb (2000) , At the Beeb (2000) , Waiting in the Sky (2024)

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