Of course, these arent the album lyrics. These are the original lyrics or alternate lyrics Bowie messed around with.
Id say, the original lyrics are basically saying that there is going to be that one groupie girl who gets around all the bands and is lookin for some hot sex. She will take them backstage because she's looking for another notch on her belt (funky thigh collector) and will have her way with them even though they are sloppy and messy (tigers on Vaseline) and she will appreciate every moment because of the starstruck feelings she has (you're the blessed, were the spiders from mars)
These are the proper lyrics:
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams
[Chorus]
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play
But then we move like tigers on vaseline
Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
[Chorus x 3]
Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.)
Of course, these arent the album lyrics. These are the original lyrics or alternate lyrics Bowie messed around with.
Id say, the original lyrics are basically saying that there is going to be that one groupie girl who gets around all the bands and is lookin for some hot sex. She will take them backstage because she's looking for another notch on her belt (funky thigh collector) and will have her way with them even though they are sloppy and messy (tigers on Vaseline) and she will appreciate every moment because of the starstruck feelings she has (you're the blessed, were the spiders from mars)
These are the proper lyrics:
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector Layin' on 'lectric dreams
[Chorus] So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, we just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
[Chorus x 3] Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.)