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