Bowie's in s***e
Bowie's in s***e
Whatcha doing out there, man
That's pretty freaky, Bowie
(Ooh, Bowie)
Is it cold out in s***e, Bowie
You can borrow my jumper if you like, Bowie
Does the cold of deep s***e make your nipples go pointy, Bowie
Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth
I bet you do, you freaky old b******, you
Do you have one really funky sequined s***e suit, Bowie
Or do you have several ch-changes
Do they smoke grass out in s***e, Bowie
Or do they smoke Astro-Turf
Ooh
Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae
Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie
I said, 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's weak on my radar screen
How far out are you, man
I'm pretty far out
That's pretty far out, man
(Ooh, ooh)
I'm orbiting Pluto
(Ooh, ah, ooh)
Drawn in by it's groovitational (groovitational pull) pull
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts, ooh
And they think it's pretty cool, man, oh
Are you okay, Bowie
What was that sound
I don't know, man, I have to turn my ship around
Ooh, 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 s***e
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)
Bowie's in s***e
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)
Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
(Phasers on funky)
Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
A-B-B-B-B-B-B-Bowie's in
s***e
Bowie's in s***e
Whatcha doing out there, man
That's pretty freaky, Bowie
(Ooh, Bowie)
Is it cold out in s***e, Bowie
You can borrow my jumper if you like, Bowie
Does the cold of deep s***e make your nipples go pointy, Bowie
Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth
I bet you do, you freaky old b******, you
Do you have one really funky sequined s***e suit, Bowie
Or do you have several ch-changes
Do they smoke grass out in s***e, Bowie
Or do they smoke Astro-Turf
Ooh
Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae
Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie
I said, 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's weak on my radar screen
How far out are you, man
I'm pretty far out
That's pretty far out, man
(Ooh, ooh)
I'm orbiting Pluto
(Ooh, ah, ooh)
Drawn in by it's groovitational (groovitational pull) pull
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts, ooh
And they think it's pretty cool, man, oh
Are you okay, Bowie
What was that sound
I don't know, man, I have to turn my ship around
Ooh, 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 s***e
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)
Bowie's in s***e
(Bowie
Bowie
Bowie, Bowie, Bowie, Bowie)
Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
(Phasers on funky)
Eenie-a-ma-meenie-miney-moey
A-B-B-B-B-B-B-Bowie's in
s***e