Gm Didnโt know what time it was the lights
were low-ow-ow.
F I leaned back on my radio-o-o.
C Some cat was layinโ down some
C7 rock โnโ roll, โโlotta soulโ, he said. F Aโญ Bโญ
Gm Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade.
F Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase.
C That werenโt no D.J., that was
C7 hazy cosmic jive. ๐ A riff ๐ G ๐
Thereโs a F starman Dm waiting in the sky.
Heโd Am like to come and C meet us,
but he C7 thinks heโd blow our minds.
Thereโs a F starman Dm waiting in the sky.
Heโs Am told us not to C blow it,
โcause he C7 knows itโs all worthwhile.
He told me:
Bโญ โLet the Bโญm children lose it. F
Let the D7 children use it.
Gm Let all the C children boogie.โ
Gm I had to phone someone so I picked on you-ou-ou.
F Hey, thatโs far out so you heard him too-oo-oo!
C Switch on the TV.
We may C7 pick him up on Channel Two. F Aโญ Bโญ
Gm Look out your window I can see his ligh-igh-ight.
F If we can sparkle he may land tonigh-igh-ight.
C Donโt tell your poppa
or heโll C7 get us locked up in fright. ๐ A riff ๐ G ๐
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