Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars

CAR HORNS AND TRAFFIC

WHISTLES FROM CROWD

HORNS BLARE:

David!

I've got a telex here for Tony from Jerry. I don't know if you've seen it at all.

I'd like to see it.

- It's a very long involved one.

- All right. OK.

I'll read it...

It's all in code.

I didn't know we did business in code.

Can't understand a word of this.

TUNES PIANO:

CAR HORNS TOO:

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen - straight from his fantastically successful world tour,

including the United States of America, Japan. Now, his home country.

For the last time - David Bowie!

CHEERING:

AUDIENCE CLAPS ALONG TO ORGAN MUSIC

My mother saw her first spaceship in that.

- What did you say to me? - My mother saw her

first spaceship. - Really? - She says, yeah.

- Angie!

- Darling, I came to say good luck.

- Oh, you look beautiful, darling. I love that.

- Merci.

- So anyway, are you all right?

- Yeah.

- There's an awful lot of Rolls-Royces out there, darling.

- Really?

- Limousines. Incidents occurring.

- Oh!

Tony loved it, he made the driver go by slowly.

- Just people... Being surrounded and recognised and fans going nuts.

- What people?

I don't know. I just saw the Rolls-Royces lined up. It's fabulous!

Ah, you guys, you look very nice and I just came to say hello.

- Bon, je reviendrai.

- Who did your make-up?

- I did. - Did you? - Why? -

Interesting. - It is interesting.

- It's the best one you've done if I may say so.

- It's cos I'm watching you, you see. I'm learning from you.

Do you like the lines around the lips?

No, I don't like and she knows that.

But I like the idea of the blue lines with the pink lipstick. That's quite good.

- You see how they pick on me and make me feel terrible?

- You're a girl. What do you know about make-up?

Exactly! That's what I say all the time(!)

Make-up for a night out on the town, with the boys.

Go on, star! Go on.

All right. I'll see you later. Bye-bye.

MUSIC:
"Beethoven Ninth Symphony"

CHATTER IN BACKGROUND

Huh.

CHATTER IN BACKGROUND GROWS

BOWIE WHISTLES:

HE WHISTLES ALONG TO ORGAN MUSIC

No, I haven't. Oh, what happened to it then?

WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE

INTRO:
"Hang Onto Yourself"

# Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight praying to the light machine

# She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector layin' on 'lectric dreams

# So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going

# Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself

# Ooh, come on

# Now we don't dance much we just wanna play

# Then we move around like tigers on Vaseline

# You know the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

# You're the blessed we're The Spiders from Mars

# So come on, come on we've really got a good thing going on

# Well come on, come on if you think you're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself

# Come on

# Come on

# So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going on Come on, come on

# If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself

# So come on, we've really got a good thing going on

# Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself

# Come on, come on, baby

# Don't mean maybe. #

GUITAR SOLO:

GUITAR SOLO:

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

INTRO:
"Ziggy Stardust"

# Ooh, yeah-ah

# Ah

# Now Ziggy played guitar jamming good with Weird and Gilly

# And The Spiders from Mars He played it left hand

# But he 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 cat from Japan

# He could kill 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang

# Came on so loaded man, white skin and snow white tan

# So where were the Spiders?

# While the fly tried to break our balls

# Just the beer light to guide us

# So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

# Oh yeah

# Ziggy played for time jiving us that we were voodoo

# The kids were just crass he was the nazz

# With God-given ass

# But he took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

# Making love with his ego, oh yeah

# Ziggy sucked up into his mind Ah!

# Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man

# I had to break up the band

# Oh yeah

# Ooooooo

# Ooooooo

# Now Ziggy played...

#..guita-a-r-r-r! #

SCREAMING:

INTRO:
"Watch That Man"

# Shakey threw a party that lasted all night

# Everybody drank a lot of something nice

# There was an old-fashioned band of married men

# Looking up to me for encouragement it was so-so

# The ladies looked bad but the music was sad

# No-one took their eyes off Lorraine She shimmered and the strolled like a Chicago moll

# Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so

# Yeah! I began to unfreeze When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees

# Yeah! Slam! So it wasn't a game Cracking all the mirrors in shame

# Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man

# He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon

# Watch that man! Oh honey watch that man

# Walks like a jerk But he's only taking care of the room

# Though he must be in tune

# Yeah

# A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands

# So Shakey hung him up to dry The pundits were jokin' the manholes were smokin'

# And every bottle battled with the reason why

# The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone

# A throwback from someone's LP A lemon in a bag played the Tiger Rag

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