D C G D C G
F#m A
Well, she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
B F#m A B
Praying to the light machine
F#m A
She wants my honey not my money, she's a funky-thigh collector
B F#m A B
Laying on electric dreams
C D C D
Well come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
C D C
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
A D C G D C G
You better hang on to yours..e..lf
F#m A
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
B F#m A B
But then we move like tigers on vaseline
F#m A
Well, the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
B F#m A B
You're the blessed, we're The Spiders From Mars
C D C D
Well come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
C D C
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
A D C G D C G
You better hang on to yours..e..lf Come on
A D A D
Lay it on...
C D C D
Come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
C D C
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
A D C G D C G
You better hang on to yours..e..lf
C D C D
Well come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
C D C
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
A D C G D C G
You better hang on to yours..e..lf
A D A D
Until fade
Hang On To Yourself accords
de David Bowie
