Zig gy played gui tar,

jam ming good with Weird and (C)Gil ly, the spi ders from Mars.

He played it left hand

but made it too far,

be came the spe cial man.

Then we were (C)Zig gy’s band.

Zig gy real ly sang, (Bm)screwed up eyes and screwed down hair do like some cat from Ja pan.

He could lick ’em by smil (G)ing he could leave ’em to hang

Came on so (Am)load ed, well hung and (C)snow white tan.

Mak So where were the spi ders

while the (G)fly tried to break our balls

with just the beer light to guide us.

So we (D)bitched a bout his fans and should we (Em)crush his sweet hands?

Zig gy played for time, (Bm)jiv ing us that we were yoo (C)doo.

The kid was just crass,

he was a nazz

with God giv en ass.

He took it all too far

but, boy, could he (C)play gui tar.

Oh (G)yeah.

Oh,

Zig gy played gui (G)tar.