David Bowie - Hang on to yourself

Well she's a ^F#mtongue twisting storm, she will ^Acome to the show tonight ^BPraying to the light machine ^{F#m A B} She wants my ^F#mhoney not my money, she's a ^Afunky-thigh collector ^BLaying on electric dreams ^{F#m A B}

Well come ^Con, come ^Don, we've ^Creally got a good thing ^Dgoing Well come ^Con, well come ^Don, if you ^Cthink we're gonna make it You ^Abetter hang on to your^Ds..^Ce..^Glf

We can't ^F#mdance, we don't talk much, we ^Ajust ball and play But then we ^Bmove like tigers on vaseline^{F#m A B} Well the ^F#mbitter comes out better on a ^Astolen guitar You're the ^Bblessed, we're The Spiders From Mars^{F#m A B}