Bowie's in space Bowie's in spa-a-hace Whatcha doin' out there, man? That's pretty freaky, Bowie What's a rock musician doing out in space,man? Isn't it cold out there, Bowie? Do you need my Jumper, Bowie? Does the space cold do funny things to your nipples Making them all pointy, Bowie? And do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae Transmitting data back to Earth? (Data back to Earth) Bet you do, you freaky old bastard, you. Is it lonely out there in space, man? Or is there life on Mars? Wouldn't that be weird 'cause you wrote that song, 'Is There Life on Mars' You could write a follow up tune and call it 'And There Is' Yes, there is, there is 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? Recieving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae Do you read me, Lieutanent 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 OH 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-ohh oh oh I'm drawn in by it's Groovitational (Groovitational pull) I'm jamming out with the Mick Jagger-nauts And they think it's pretty cool man 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 I know, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen Can you see the Stratosphere ringing? To the choir of Afro-nauts singing Eenie, ma-ma-meenie mynie mowie (Set your phasers on funky) Eenie, ma-ma-ma-meenie mynie mowie Eenie, ma-meenie, mynie mynie mowie B-b-b-b-b-Bowie's in space
