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 /Roll me up the astroturf (as in "rolling your own" artificial 'grass', aka marijuana, cigarrette)/
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
Thanks to Eric for these lyrics
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