Ziggy played guitar
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Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
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And the Spiders From Mars
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He played it left hand
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But made it too far
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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 hair-do
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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 them to hang
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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 flies tried to raid our bowls
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Just the beer light to guide us
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So we bitch about his fans 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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But the kids were just crass
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He was the nazz, 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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We had to break up the band
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Now Ziggy played guitar
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Ziggy Stardust (david bowie)
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| Bauhaus |
