Bowie's in space
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Bowie's in space
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Whatcha doin' out there, man?
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That's pretty freaky, Bowie. (Ooh Bowie!)
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Isn't it cold out in space, Bowie?
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Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie?
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Does the space cold make your nipples go pointy, Bowie?
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Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth?
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I bet you do you freaky old bastard you
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Do you have one really funky sequined space suit, Bowie,
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Or do you have several ch-changes?
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Do they smoke grass out in space man, or do they smoke Astroturf? (Ooh!)
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[Spoken]
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Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae! Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie? I said do you read me?
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Lieutenant Bowie?
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This is Bowie to Bowie, do you hear me out there man?
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This is Bowie back to Bowie I read you loud and clear, man.
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Oooh yeah man!
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Your signal is weak on my radar screen. How far out are you man?
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I'm pretty far out
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That's pretty far out man
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I'm orbiting Pluto!
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Drawn in by its grooveatational (grooveatational) pull
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I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts
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And they think it's pretty cool, man.
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Are you ok Bowie? What was that sound?
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I don't know man, I'll have to turn my ship around.
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Ooh it's the craziest thing
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Yeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen.
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Can you see the stratosphere, ringing?
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To the choir of Afronauts singing
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Bowie's in space! Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie.
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Bowie's in space! Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie. Bowie.
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Eeniee e ma ma meenie miny moey
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Set your phasers on funky
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Eeniee ma ma meenie miny moey
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B-b-b-b Bowies in..... space!
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Bowie
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| Flight Of The Conchords |
