David Bowie in Space

Bowie's in Space – Flight of the ConchordsBowie's in space Bowie's in spa-a-ace What you doing out there, man? That's pretty freaky, BowieIsn'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 youHey 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 signals 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 coolAre you okay, Bowie? What was that sound? I don't know, man I have to turn my ship around, 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 singingBowie's in space Bowie's in spa-a-ace