I tried to break away from you From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar it's going to pay me before I die So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam! and come ball With my guitar and me soprano We can give you sweet head I'm tough as glass and clean as night Well if looks can love we can love all right I'm your rubber peacock angelic whore I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall I had ninety-nine years of murder called life and I'm running away from it all I got a bedroom, every mirror in town they're going to claim me if I fall So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam! and come ball With my guitar and me soprano We can give you sweet head Sweet head, give you sweet head (Spoken: while ya down there) See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all Look south the way your mother dwells If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell I'm the kind of man she warned me of Till there was rock, you only had god You and I have a mutual vow We both like young, and we both like loud I got pretty shoes, and I'm kid and proud I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam! and come ball With my guitar and me soprano We can give you sweet head Move along, sir!
Written by: David Bowie