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Ziggy played guitar... jamming good, with Weird and Gilly and the Spiders from Mars
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He played it left hand, but made it too far, became the special man, and we were Ziggy's band
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Ziggy really sang, with screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do like some cat from Ja-pan
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He could lick 'em by smiling, he could leave 'em to hang
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He came on so loaded man, well hung and snow-white tan
(So Where were the Spiders......)
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So where were the spi-ders, while the fly tried to break our balls
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Just the beer light to guide us
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And so we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands.
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Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo and the kids were just crass
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He was the nazz with God-given ass. He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.
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Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind
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Like a leper messiah. When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band
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Oh, Ziggy Played... Guit-ar....