Tono: D
D
D
F#m
A
Well she is a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Bm
F#5
Praying to the light machine
F#m
A
She wants my honey not my money she~s a funky-thigh collector
Bm
F#5
Laying on electric dreams
C
D
C
D
So come on, come on, we~ve really got a good thing going
C
D
C
Well come on, come on, if you think we~re gonna make it
A
You better hang on to yourself
D
D
F#m
A
We can~t dance, we don~t talk much, we just ball and play
Bm
F#5
But then we move like tigers on vaseline
F#m
A
Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
Bm
F#5
You~re the blessed, we~re the spiders from Mars
C
D
C
D
So come on, come on, we~ve really got a good thing going
C
D
C
Well come on, come on, if you think we~re gonna make it
A
You better hang on to yourself
D
D
A
D
A
D
C
D
C
D
So come on, come on, we~ve really got a good thing going
C
D
C
Well come on, come on, if you think we~re gonna make it
A
You better hang on to yourself
(and the song ends...or whatever...)
D
C
F#m
A x 0 2 2 2 x
Bm
F#5
A5
(Note that the lyrics for this song is not the one from the Rykodisc
release of -The Man Who Sold The World-, this is the original)