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Ziggy played Guitar, back-ups well with strange and Gilly
The spiders of Mars, he played him left hand
But formed it too far
If the special man became, then we were volume Ziggys
Ziggy sang, screwed up eyes real and screwed down hairdo
As it would know soome cat of Japan it licks, by smiling
It could leave case to them
, on thus loaded, manned, well hung and snow white acid number came
So, where the spiders were during fly treid to break to our balls
The straight beer light to lead to we
So bitched we over its fans and should crush we its sweet hands?
Ziggy played us for time and jiving that we voodoo were
The kids were, he were nazz the straight crass
With God of given donkeys
It took it to all too far, but boy could it play Guitar
Love with its Ego, Ziggy sucked above into its understanding form
As more leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man, I had to break the volume above