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 hairdo 
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 rats tried to break our balls 
Just the beer light to guide us 
So we [bad word] about his fans 
And should we [bad word] his sweet hands, oh 

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo 
The kids were just crass, he was the nazz 
With God given [bad word] 
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 

Oh yeah, ooooooh 
Now, Ziggy played guitar