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jamming good with Wierd and Gilly, |
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And the spiders from Mars. |
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He played it left hand, but made it to far, |
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Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band. |
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screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo |
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Like som cat from Japan, he could lick'em by smiling |
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He could leave'em to hang |
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Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow-white tan. |
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So where were the spiders while |
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the fly tried to break our balls |
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Just the beer light to guide us, |
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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 |
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The kids was just crass, he was the nazz |
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He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar. |
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Ziggy sucked up into his mind |
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When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. |
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