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 hair-do

Like some cat from Japan

He could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang

Came on so loaded man

Well hung and snow-white tan So where were the spiders

While the flies 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, oh Ziggy played for time

Jiving us that we were voodoo

But the kids were just crass

He was the nazz

With God-given ass

He took it all too far

But boy, could he play guitar? Making love with his ego

Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a Leper Messiah

When the kids had killed the man

I had to break up the band, oh Now Ziggy played guitar