Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand,
But made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band.
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick ‘em by smiling
He could leave ‘em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper Messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band
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