Now Ziggy played guitar,
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And 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
He came on so loaded, man,
Well hung, snow white tan
Chorus:
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 naz
With God-given ass
He took it all too far
But boy, could he play guitar
Chorus:
Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind (ah)
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed a man
I had to break up the band