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