Bowie's in space
Bowie's in space
Whatcha doin' 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 ol' bastard, you
Hey, Bowie
Do you have one really funky sequenced space-suit
Or do you have several ch-changes?
Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie?
Or do they smoke astroturf?
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 is weak on my radar screen, how far out are you, man?
-I'm pretty far out
-That's pretty far out, man!
Ooh, I'm orbiting Pluto
Ooh, drawn in by its grooveatational pull
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts soon
And they think it's pretty cool, man.
-Are you ok, Bowie? What was that sound?
-I don't know man, I'll have to turn my ship around.
-Oh it's the craziest thing
-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