(Luc Plamondon, Tim Rice / Michel Berger)

Ziggy, I call him Ziggy

I'm so hot for him
He's not at all like all the rest
But he's held out and he's the best


Even if I know
He would never go with me


Ziggy they call him Ziggy
I'm so hot for him

And when I saw him that first day
I went and gave myself away
Oh so indiscreet

Oh but he was sweet to me

Four a.m. he's here by my side

Talking, laughing and making friends
Making fun of me too
He can do whatever he wants

I don't mind, but he pretends
Not to see what I go through


Ziggy, my crazy Ziggy
I get weak for him
He lives a life that I can't share

I don't know why but I know where
Oh it breaks my heart
Knowing I'm not part of him


Why won't he try anything new?
I would be his very best

And his first, in many ways
Oh if I were one of his boys
Thin and languid and self-possessed

So in demand nowadays - oh

Ziggy, my crazy Ziggy

I get weak for him
He lives a life that I can't share
I don't know why but I know where

Oh it breaks my heart
Knowing I'm not part of him
Baby, Ziggy