Iggy played with glass
Jamming good with Scotty Asheton
And the Stooges in bars
He scooped Peter Pan
Right out of the jar
Became the skinny man
Then we were Iggy's band

Iggy rarely sang
Looking like a fucked-up scarecrow
With a big ugly nose
He would rip off his clothes
And snort coke through a hose
He came on so loaded, man
That stitched-up, coked-up man

So where were the Stooges
While the stage always broke his falls?
Yeah, Iggy was a true mess
So we bitched about his 'ludes
And his affection for dudes
Ooooooohhhhh!

Iggy played with glass
Jiving he was a voodoo doll
He smoked him some hash
He made a nice gash
Then flicked off his ash
He was no Mama Cass
But, boy, could he play with glass

Making love with his needles
Iggy sucked it into his veins
Yeah, he was quite a buyer
When he lost his dealer-man
I had to break up the band
Oh, yeah!

Iggy played with glass....