Well they gave me amytriptiline
They fed me pseudochlorophine
It helped me sleep
But I felt so deep
And most of the time I wanted to weep

The days seemed black just like the night
A big long tunnel without lights
Where everything's dark then everything's bright

Oh, the train's gone past my station
Oh bloody hell I wish I'd signed to Creation

Singing goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

Well I think I'll die of a broken heart
If my record doesn't make the indie charts
I'll do anything
I'll swallow my pride
Commit artistic suicide

And I dig St. Etienne, Denim and Suede
And naturally I go to the occasional rave
But when I was young it was Wizzard and Slade

Oh, this record is sponsored by Pepsi
I've taken three e's I still can't dance like Bobby Gillespie
And maybe...

Singing goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

And I like to walk around the town
With my trousers halfway down
And I often feel like Edvard Munch
If my analyst calls I'm out to lunch

Singing goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

(What's a nice alien like you doing in a place like this?)

Goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

Goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman
Goodnight Mr. Spaceman

(This is Planet Earth)

Goodnight Jowe, goodnight Dan

I'm off my face