Lyrics

Ziggy plays the congas down on Market Street,

Where the craziest people come to tap their feet.

Like the guy who’s always looking up to the skies,

Saying radio waves are passing through his eyes.

 

And sometimes it’s the strangest scene,

And sometimes there’s room for me,

When they sing Hey Yow!

 

Well, the preacher's always yelling that Jesus saves,

While Jen and Ernie drink to an early grave.

And Stella tries to bum another cigarette,

Off someone from a past life she hasn’t met yet.

 

And sometimes it’s the strangest scene,

And sometimes there’s room for me,

When they sing Hey Yow!

 

Joe rides a scooter board 'cuz he was cut in half,

In some far away war but he never looks back.

Instead he’s happy just to have made it home,

With all fingers to play his saxophone.

 

And sometimes it’s the strangest scene,

And sometimes there’s room for me…

 

So if you find yourself down on Market Street,

And the sound of Ziggy’s congas make you move your feet.

Don’t pass by the scene like you’re above it all,

Just one more step and you might take the fall.

 

And sometimes it’s the strangest view,

And right now there’s room for you,

When they sing Hey Yow!