Didnโt know what time it was the lights
were low-ow-ow.
I leaned back on my radio-o-o.
Some cat was layinโ down some
rock โnโ roll, โโlotta soulโ, he said.
Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade.
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase.
That werenโt no D.J., that was
hazy cosmic jive.
Thereโs a starman waiting in the sky.
Heโd like to come and meet us,
but he thinks heโd blow our minds.
Thereโs a starman waiting in the sky.
Heโs told us not to blow it,
โcause he knows itโs all worthwhile.
He told me:
โLet the children lose it.
Let the children use it.
Let all the children boogie.โ
I had to phone someone so I picked on you-ou-ou.
Hey, thatโs far out so you heard him too-oo-oo!
Switch on the TV.
We may pick him up on Channel Two.
Look out your window I can see his ligh-igh-ight.
If we can sparkle he may land tonigh-igh-ight.
Donโt tell your poppa
or heโll get us locked up in fright.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laโฆ