(I… am… Ozzy… Maaaan…)
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or just stumble down the hall?
Came from Birmingham,
Raised on rock and factory grime
Made a hellish sound,
Sabbath’s doom would soon be found.
Ozzy Man lives again,
Screaming lyrics through the din.
Voice from out the dark,
Howling like a feral spark.
Took a trip or ten,
Lost his mind and found it then.
Snorted lines of ants,
Bit a bat and tore his pants.
Heavy crown he wore,
Prince of Darkness fans adore.
Drugs and fame collide,
Still he stood, though half-fried.
Solo he would go,
Randy’s riffs began to blow.
Sharon held the line,
Kept him rolling through decline.
(Bridge — dark and trudging riff)
Now the TV glows,
Ozzy stumbles through the show.
Swearing in a blur,
World’s most metal saboteur.
From the crypt he sings,
Wearing ten gold crucifix rings.
Even at death’s gate,
Still he tours. Still temptin’ fate.
He was mocked and banned,
But he raised a thousand bands.
Metal owes this man,
Ozzy forged it with his hand.
Though he falls apart,
He’s a legend, not a chart.
Still he stands, undead—
Rock won’t die ‘til Ozzy’s dead.
Ozzy Maaaan… never fades away
Shuffles through the dark, but still he slays
Time has chewed him up, left him frail and slow
But that scream inside will always blow
Ozzy Maaaan… standing with his clan
Wrote the book of doom — still The Man
