I read that Ozzy was on the corner of his hotel room bed and one of the eventual guitarist (could it be Bernie Tormé? ) played his electric guitar acoustically (not plugged in) and the performance moved Ozzy and he asked the guitarist if he would like to help Ozzy continue with the tour and close out the remaining shows.
I prefer the live version (from Tribute) as it has a faster tempo than the studio version which appeared on Diary of a Madman.
Oh no, oh no
Here we go, here we go now
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Got a crazy feelin' I don't understand
Gotta get away from here
Feelin' like I shoulda kept my feet on the ground
Waitin' for the sun to appear
Mama's gonna worry
I been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy
If you could be inside of me
You'd see, you'd see what light I see
Flyin' high again, alright!
I can see through mountains watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky
Swallowing colors of the sound I hear
Am I just a crazy guy? You bet
Mama's gonna worry
I been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy
If you could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Come on and join me
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Daddy thinks I'm crazy he don't understand
Never saw inside my head
People think I'm crazy but I'm in demand
Never heard a thing I said
Mama's gonna worry
I've been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin sorry
It's something that I enjoy
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Come on And Join Me
Here we go, here we go now
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Got a crazy feelin' I don't understand
Gotta get away from here
Feelin' like I shoulda kept my feet on the ground
Waitin' for the sun to appear
Mama's gonna worry
I been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy
If you could be inside of me
You'd see, you'd see what light I see
Flyin' high again, alright!
I can see through mountains watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky
Swallowing colors of the sound I hear
Am I just a crazy guy? You bet
Mama's gonna worry
I been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy
If you could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Come on and join me
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Flyin' high again
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Oh no, oh no
Here we go now
Daddy thinks I'm crazy he don't understand
Never saw inside my head
People think I'm crazy but I'm in demand
Never heard a thing I said
Mama's gonna worry
I've been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin sorry
It's something that I enjoy
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Flyin high again
Come on And Join Me
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