Bowie

Bowie's in space
Bowie's in space
Whatcha doing out there, man

That's pretty freaky, Bowie
(Ooh, Bowie)
Is it cold out in space, Bowie
You can borrow my jumper if you like, Bowie
Does the cold of deep space make your nipples go pointy, Bowie
Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth
I bet you do, you freaky old bastard, you

Do you have one really funky sequined space suit, Bowie
Or do you have several ch-changes
Do they smoke grass out in space, Bowie
Or do they smoke Astro-Turf
Ooh

Recieving 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, ooh)
I'm orbiting Pluto
(Ooh, ah, ooh)
Drawn in by it's groovitational (groovitational pull) pull
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts, ooh
And they think it's pretty cool, man, oh

Are you okay, Bowie
What was that sound
I don't know, man, I have to turn my ship around
Ooh, it's the craziest thing
Yeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen
Can you see the stratosphere ringing
Into the choir of Afronauts singing

Bowie's in space
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)
Bowie's in space
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)

Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
(Phasers on funky)
Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
A-B-B-B-B-B-B-Bowie's in
Space