Flight of the Conchords Bowie

Bowies in space.
Bowies in space.
What you doin' out there, man?
That's pretty freaky, 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 transmitting data back to Earth?
I bet you do, you freaky old bastard, you.
Hey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequenced space suit, or do you have several ch-changes?
Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie?
Or do they smoke astro turf? (Oooh)
Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae.
Do you read me Leutenent 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. (Uh yeah man)
Your signals weak on my radar screen, how far out are you, man?
I'm pretty far out, that's pretty far out, man!
Ooh ahh ooh
I'm orbitting Pluto.
Oooh ahhh oooh.
Drawn in by it's groovitational, groovitational pull.
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts, too.
And they think its pretty cool, man. (OHH)
Are you okay Bowie, what was that sound?
I don't know, man, I have to turn my ship around.
Eww it's the craziest thing.
Yeah I'm picking it up on my LSD screen.
But can you see the stratosphere, ringing a-ringing to a choir of afronauts singing.
Bowies in space.