Bowie - Live in London

Bowie's in space
 Bowie's in space
 Whatcha doin' out there, man?
 That's pretty freaky, Bowie. (Ooh Bowie!)
 Isn'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?
 I bet you do you freaky old bastard you
 Do you have one really funky sequined space suit, Bowie,
 Or do you have several ch-changes?
 Do they smoke grass out in space
 man, or do they smoke Astroturf? (Ooh!)
 *Spoken*
 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.
 Oooh yeah man!
 Your signal is weak on my radar screen. How far out are you man?
 I'm pretty far out
 That's pretty far out man
 I'm orbiting Pluto!
 Drawn in by its grooveatational (grooveatational) pull
 I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts
 And they think it's pretty cool, man.
 Are you ok Bowie? What was that sound?
 I don't know man, I'll 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 space! Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie.
 Bowie's in space! Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie.
 Eeniee e ma ma meenie miny moey
 Set your phasers on funky
 Eeniee ma ma meenie miny moey
 B-b-b-b Bowies in... space!