Bowie - Flight Of The Conchords

Bowie’s in space, Bowie’s in space

Whatcha doin' out there, man?

That’s pretty freaky Bowie

Is it cold out in space, Bowie?

Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie?

Does the space cold

Make your nipples go pointy, Bowie?

Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae

To transmit data back to Earth?

I betcha do, you freaky old bastard you

Hey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequined space suit

Or do you have several ch-changes?

Do they smoke grass out in space, Bowie

Or do they smoke Astroturf, ooh?

Receiving transmission

From David Bowie’s nipple antennae

Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie?

I said do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie?

This is Bowie to Bowie

Do you hear me out there, man?

This is Bowie back to Bowie

I read you loud and clear, man, ooh yeah man

Your signal’s weak on my radar screen

How far out are you, man?

I’m pretty far out

That’s pretty far out, man

Ooh ah ooh, I’m orbiting Pluto, ooh ah ooh

Drawn in by its groovitational

(Groovitational pull)

I’m jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts

And they think it’s pretty cool, man

Are you okay Bowie?

What was that sound?

I don’t know man

I’ll have to turn my ship around

Ooh, it’s the craziest thing

Yeah, I’m picking it up on my LSD screen

But can you see the stratosphere, ringing?

To the choir of Afronauts singing

Bowie’s in space

Bowie’s in space

Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie

Bowie’s in space

Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie

Eeniee ma ma meenie miny moey

Phasers on funky

Eenie, ma ma meenie miny Bowie

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