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