There was a redback on the toilet seat,
When I was there last night.
I didn't see him in the dark,
But boy I felt his bite.
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
I'm going home
There I am in my bedroom
I'm safe and snug and snoring
and so glad to be there
I sit here in anguish,
My mind, it now wanders,
A reminder of a star,
Shoots across an ink-black sky.
I always will remember,
When you pass me by.
You remind me of the babe,
Babe with the power,
In the bar there were two blokes arguin',
And I reckoned any minute now fists their would start to swing.
The tall one wagged his finger and said a vulgar word,
And shorty, he had hit it, and this masterpiece I heard.