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Woo |
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Ziggy played guitar |
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Jamming good with Wierd and Gilly |
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And the spiders from Mars |
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He played it left hand |
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Became the special man |
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Then we were Ziggy's band |
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Ziggy really sang |
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Screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo |
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Like some cat from Japan |
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He could lick 'em by smiling |
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He could leave 'em to hang |
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They came on so loaded man |
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Well hung and snow white tan |
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So where were the spiders |
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While the fly tried to break out balls |
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Just the beer light to guide us |
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So we bitched about his fans |
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And should we crush his sweet hands? |
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Ziggy played for time |
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Jiving us that we were voodoo |
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The kids was just crass he was the nazz |
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With God given ass |
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He took it all too far |
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But boy could he play guitar |
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Making love with his ego |
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Ziggy sucked up into his mind |
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Like a leper messiah |
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When the kids had killed the man |
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I had to break up the band |