G |
Ziggy played guitar |
Bm C |
Jamming good with Wierd and Gilly |
D |
(and) the Spiders from Mars. |
G Em |
He played it left hand, but made it too far, |
A A7 C |
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band |
G |
Ziggy really sang |
Bm C |
screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo, |
D |
Like some cat from Japan. |
G |
He could lick 'em by smiling |
Em |
He could leave 'em to hang; |
A A7 |
(they) came on so loaded, man |
C A |
Well-hung and snow-white tan. |
A G F G A |
So where were the Spiders? |
A G F G A |
While the fly tried to break our balls. |
A G F G |
Just the beer light to guide us. So we |
D |
bitched about his fans |
E |
And should we crush his sweet hands... |
Repeat Intro x2 |
G Bm C |
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo |
D |
the kids was just crass, |
G Em |
He was the nazz, with God given ass, |
A A7 |
He took it all too far |
C A |
but boy could he play guitar. |
A G F G A |
Making love with his ego, |
A G F G A |
Ziggy sucked up into his mind, |
A G F G |
like a leper messiah, when the |
D E |
kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. |
Repeat Intro x3 |
Bridge: |
D G G Bm x2 |
Ziggy played ..... guitar. |
Ending: |
G Bm D G x2 |
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