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| Abm/Eb | A/E | | jamming good with Wierd and | Gilly, |
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| B | | And the spiders from M | ars. |
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| E | C#m | | He played it left h | and, but made it to | far, |
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| F# | A/E | | Became the sp | ecial man, then we were Z | iggy's band. |
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| Abm/Eb | A/E | | s | crewed up eyes and screwed down | hairdo |
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| B | E | | Like som cat from J | apan, he could lick'em by s | miling |
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| C#m | | He could leave'em to h | ang |
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| F# | A/E | | Came on so lo | aded man, well hung and s | now-white tan. |
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| F#m | E | D | F#m | | So w | here were the s | piders w | hile |
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| E | D | | the f | ly tried to b | reak our balls |
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| F#m | E | D | | Just the b | eer light to g | uide us, |
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| B | C# | | So we b | itched about his fans and should we c | rush his sweet hands? |
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| E | Abm/Eb | A | | Ziggy played for time, j | iving us that we were v | oodoo |
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| B | E | | The kids was just c | rass, he was the n | azz |
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| F# | A/E | | He took it a | ll too far, but boy could he p | lay guitar. |
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| F#m | E | D | | Making l | ove with his | ego |
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| F#m | E | D | | Z | iggy s | ucked up i | nto his mind |
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| F#m | E | D | | Like a l | eper me | ssiah |
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| B | C# | | When the k | ids had killed the man I had to b | reak up the band. |
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