Escrito el Jueves, 22 de Junio de 2006 a las 18:21 por Jon.
Otro clásico, sí, sí.
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 screw down hairdo,
like some cat from Japan, he could lick ‘em by smiling,
he could leave ‘em to hang.
Became on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So, where were the Spiders while the fly 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?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo,
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.