Intro: }x3 }x3
Verse:
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 special man, and we were Ziggy's band.
Ziggy really sang, with 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 and snow-white tan.
Chorus: Power chords
[Am(V)] [G(III)] * * *
But where were the spiders,
[Am(V)] [G(III)] * * *
while the fly tried to break our balls.
[A(V)] [G(III)] * * *
Just the beer light to guide us.
[D(V)]
And so we bitched about his fans
[E(VII)]
and should we crush his sweet hands.
Intro x2
Verse:
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that
we were voodoo 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.
Chorus:
[Am(V)] [G(III)] * * *
Making love with his ego,
[Am(V)] [G(III)] * * *
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
[Am(V)] [G(III)] * * *
Like a leper messiah.
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.
Intro x3
oh yeah - ziggy played guitar