Karaoké Bowie's in Space Flight of the Conchords

Bowie's in space

Bowie's in space whatcha doin' out there man

That's pretty freaky

Bowie

Ooh, Bowie is it cold out there 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 transmitt data back to Earth

Bet you do, you freaky old bastard, you

Do you have one really freaky sequin space suit, Bowie

Or do you have several ch, changes

Do you smoke grass out there in space, Bowie

Or do they smoke astroturf, ooh

Recieving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae

Do you read me

Lieutenent Bowie

I said, do you read me

Lieutenent Bowie, ah

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

Oh, ah, oh

I'm orbiting Pluto oh, ah, oh

Drawn in by it's groovitational groovitational pull

I'm jamming out with the Mick

Jaggernauts, so

And they think it's pretty cool, man mmh, yoh, ooh, ah

Are you okay, Bowie what was that sound

I don't know, man I have to turn my ship around

Oh, it's the craziest scene

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

Can you see the statosphere ringing

To 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, ma, ma, meenie mynie mowie phasers on funky

Eenie, ma, ma meenie mynie mowie

Ah b, b, b, b, b, b

Bowie's in space