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 

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