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His eyes were green , when he saw blue gene , he had to join the game
He knew Tommy Steele, was not for real, went to London and changed his name
He couldn't sing, but he sure could swing, and wasn't afraid to shock
He dressed in black , like a Cadillac, and his playboys could really rock
Vince was wild and Vince was strange
Swinging a motorcycle chain
Son of god from another planet
Rebel in a leather jacket
Sound check kill, change of bill, Olympia has a star
Rip up the stage , see him rage , and move to electric guitar
Howl and crawl , bounce off walls , and dance like a tiger on ice
Here and now, pop art slam pow , as sharp as a knife
He lost his noise, and his poise, rambled under the lights
Got big too quick, it made him sick, a strange compelling sight
The riots stopped , he was dropped , dressed in robes he preached
He still wired, a failed messiah, became a legend on the streets
Vince was wild and Vince was strange
Made love with his ego , was deranged
Sweet hands were crushed, fading glory
Then David Bowie told his story
Vince Taylor became Ziggy Stardust
And the Playboys the Spiders from Mars
Vince Taylor became Ziggy Stardust
And took it all too far
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released April 10, 2015
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