Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars Then we were Ziggy's band
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do He could lick 'em by smiling He could leave them to hang 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 bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands
Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass But boy, could he play guitar
Ziggy sucked up into his mind When the kids had killed the man We had to break up the band