Intro D C G D C G

Well she’s a F#m tongue twisting storm
she will A come to the show tonight
B Praying to the light machine F#m A B

She wants my F#m honey not my money
she’s a A funky-thigh collector
B Laying on electric dreams F#m A B

Well come C on, come D on
We’ve C really got a good thing D going
Well come C on, well come D on
If you C think we’re gonna make it
You A better hang on to your-D se-C e-G elf

Inter D C G

We can’t F#m dance, we don’t talk much
we A just ball and play
But then we B move like tigers on vaseline F#m A B

Well the F#m bitter comes out better
on a A stolen guitar
You’re the B blessed, we’re The Spiders From Mars F#m A B

Well come C on, come D on
We’ve C really got a good thing D going
Well come C on, well come D on
If you C think we’re gonna make it
You A better hang on to your-D se-C e-G elf

Solo A D x 2

Come C on, come D on
we’ve C really got a good thing D going
Well come C on, well come D on
If you C think we’re gonna make it
You A better hang on to your-D se-C e-G elf D C G

Come C on, come D on
We’ve C really got a good thing D going
Well come C on, well come D on
If you C think we’re gonna make it
You A better hang on to your-D se-C e-G elf D C G

Outro A D (rep. y desap.)