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Episode 6 - Bowie Lyrics

Lyrics for Bret, You’ve got it going on and Bowie’s in Space.

Bret You’ve got it going on

Jemaine:
Hey there, Bret
I see you looking down
Don’t want to see my little buddy there with a frown
Just because I get more women than you
That’s only because they don’t know you like I do.
Sure, you’re weedy and kinda shy
But some girlie out there must be needy for a weedy shy guy.
They want you as a needle when they’re rolling in the hay.
Just hear me out when I say
Bret, you got it goin’ on.
The ladies get to know your sexuality
When they get to know your personality.
I said, Bret, you got it goin’ on.
Not in a gay way
Just in a hey, mate,
I want to say that you’re looking okay, mate.
Why can’t a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy
That he thinks his booty is fly?
Not all the time, obviously
Just when he’s got a problem with his self esteem
Don’t let anybody tell you you’re not humpable
Because you’re bumpable
Well, I hope this doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable
If I say you’ve got a boom o wow
Come on, Bret
Help me out now
Bret you got it goin’ on.
Bret:
I got it goin’ on.
Jemaine:
That’s the conclusion that I’ve come to
But that doesn’t mean that I want to bum you.
Bret, you’ve got it goin’ on
Bret:
Got it goin’ on
Jemaine:
No doubt about it
We’d be getting crazy
If one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady.
Oh, if one of us was a lady
And I was your man, if I was your man
Well, sometimes it gets lonely
And I need a woman
And then I imagine you with some bosoms
In fact, one time when we were touring
And I was really lonely
And we were sharing that twin room in the hotel
I put a wig on you when you were sleeping
Put a wig on you
Ooh ooh ooh
And I just laid there and spooned you
Bret, you’ve got it goin’ on

Bowie’s in Space

Bowie’s in space
Bowie’s in space
What you doing 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 to transmit data back to
Earth?
Bet you do, you freaky old bastard you
Hey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequined space suit?
Or do you have several ch-changes?
Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie?
Or do they smoke Astroturf?
Ooh!
Receiving transmission from David Bowie’s nipple antennae
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- ah- ooh!
I’m orbiting Pluto
Ooh- ah- ooh!
Drawn in by its groovitational
(Groovitational pull)
I’m jamming out with the Mick Jagger-nauts
Ooh, and they think it’s pretty cool
Are you okay, Bowie?
What was that sound?
I don’t know, man
Ooh, it’s the craziest scene
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’s in space
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie’s in space
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Bowie
Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie
Phasers on funky
Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-Bowie’s in
Space

From: HBO.com