Freddie Gold dust
Parody of Ziggy Stardust, by David Bowie (& The Spiders From Mars).
As Freddie played guitar,
Writing hard with Feefs and Gylly,
And the Gloopers From Threads.
He typed it with hands,
They sang from afar,
Became the special man, then they were Freddie's band.
Now Freddie really sang, dude he cries...
And screwed down crown hat.
Like a King of the land.
Oh, he could kill 'em by writing,
He could lead them to pengs,
He wrote on and goaded clans,
Through songs and forum posts!
So where were the Gloopers?
While the Royals tried to eat us all.
With the broke hats to guide us,
So we switched our threads and should we crush Rimmington?
Freddie strayed to threads,
Writing songs that weren't for Ghazgkull.
The King was just class,
He held a mass,
And fished for a bass,
Fred dug it all too far, but boy could he write the songs!
Making love with his writing,
Freddie sang up to his mine.
Like a Gloppy Messiah,
When the Gloops had ate a fan,
We had to curse as we ran!
Freddie played guitar.
18-Jun-2020 23:20:04
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18-Jun-2020 23:31:27
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