[Intro]
Twelve (One, two)
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
Oh, she's a tongue-twist sweet
She'll be comin' to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky-thigh collector
She's a virgin, we're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
So come on, well, come on
We've really got a good thing going
So come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
You don't want me on, baby, lady

[Verse 2]
Oh, we don't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on Vaseline
The bitter sounds much better in a stolen guitar
You're safe, we're The Spiders From Mars

[Chorus]
Well, come on, well, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Well, come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
Don't put me on, baby, lady
[Bridge]
Ah-ha
Come on

[Chorus]
Come on, well, come on
We've really got a good thing going
So come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
But don't put me on, baby, lady
Do come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
So come on, well, come on
If you think we're gonna make it, hang around
But don't put me on, baby, lady

[Outro]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on