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