Ziggy played guitar,
jamming good
with Wierd and
Gilly and the Spiders from
Mars.
He played it left
hand, but made it too
far
became the spe
cial man, and we were
Ziggy´s band.
Ziggy really sang, with
screwed up eyes and
screwed down haird
o like some cat from Ja
pan.
He could lick ´em by s
miling, he could leave ´em to
hang.
He came on so l
oaded man, well hung and
snow-white tan.
But
where were the spi
ders,
whil
e the fly tried to
break our balls.
Just
the beer light to
guide us.
And so w
e bitched about his fans and should we crush his s
weet hands.
Ziggy played for time,
jiving us that
we were v
oodoo and 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.
Makin
g love with his eg
o,
Ziggy
sucked up into hi
s mind
When the k
ids had killed the man I had to b
reak up the band.