Ziggy praised Waha!
Raiding herds with Weird and Gilly
And the warriors of Waha.
He played it left hand,
But made it too far,
Became the special man,
then we were Ziggy's band.
Ziggy really sang,
screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some men from the Wastelands,
he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man,
well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the warriors
while the wyrm tried to break our bones
Just the death light to guide us,
So we bitched about his runes and
should we crush his sweet hands?
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