Gifts I'm preparin'. For some Christmas sharin'. But I pause because. Hangin' my stockin'. I can hear a knockin'. 'Zat you, Santa Claus. . Sure is dark out.
There waits for me a glad tomorrow,. Where gates of pearl swing open wide,. And when I've passed this vale of sorrow,. I'll dwell upon the other side..
Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.. . Chorus:. Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really, back to back.
Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,. The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand. But made it too far. Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band.