David Bowie – Hang On To Yourself (Ukulele)

             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
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

SOLO:  A  D  A  D
                Lay it on come on...