Flight Of The Conchords Bowie's In Space
Bowie’s in space
Bowie’s in space
What you doing out there, man?
That’s pretty freaky, Bowie
Isn’t 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?
Bet you 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 you 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?
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 Jagger-nauts
Ooh, and they think it’s pretty cool
Are you okay, Bowie?
What was that sound?
I don’t know, man
Ooh, it’s the craziest scene
Yeah, I’m picking it up on my LSD screen
Can you see the stratosphere ringing?
To the choir of Afronauts singing
Bowie’s in space
Bowie’s in space
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Bowie’s in space
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Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie
Phasers on funky
Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-Bowie’s in Space