Both:
Bowie's in space
Bowie's in spa-a-hace
Whatcha doin' out there
man?
Jemaine:
That's pretty freaky, Bowie
I hear that space is a
pretty freaky place.
Isn't it cold out in the Depths of space, Bowie?
Both:
Do you need my Jumper, Bowie?
Jemaine:
Does the
space cold make your nipples go all pointy?
And do you use your pointy
nipples as telescopic antennae
Transmitting data back to Earth?
(Bret:Data back to Earth, Data back to Earth)
Jemaine:
Bet you do,
you freaky old bastard, you.
Bret:
Do you have one really freaky
sequin space suit, man?
Or do you have several ch-ch-ch-ch-changes?
Do
you smoke grass out in space, man?
Or do they smoke astroturf?
Oh yeah,
oh it's such an artificial high
Jemaine:
Throw me up the astroturf
Recieving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae
Do you read
me, Lieutenent Bowie?
This is Bowie to Bowie,
Can you hear me out there,
man?
Bret:
-Kchhk- This is Bowie back to Bowie,
I read you loud
and clear, man,
Both:
OH YEAH MAN!
Jemaine:
Your
signal's weak on my radar screen,
How far out are you, man?
Bret:
I'm pretty far out
Both:
That's pretty far out, man!
Bret:
Oh-ah-oh
I'm orbiting Pluto
Oh-ah-ohh oh oh
I'm
drawn in by it's Groovitational
(both:Groovitational) pull,
I'm jamming
out with the Mick Jagger-nauts
Both:And they think it's pretty cool man
Jemaine:
Are you okay, Bowie, what was that sound?
Bret:
I don't know, man, I have to turn my ship around
Oh, it's the craziest
scene
Jemaine:
I know, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen
Bret:
Can you see the Statosphere ringing?
Both:
To the
choir of Afro-nauts singing
-Funky space noises-
Eenie, ma-ma-meenie
mynie mowie
(Bret:Set your phasers on funky)
Eenie, ma-ma-ma-meenie
mynie mowie
-Funky space noises-
Eenie, ma-meenie, mynie mynie mowie
B-b-b-b-b-Bowie's in space