Intro: Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 . Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
I must've died and gone to heaven Cos it was a quarter past eleven
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
On a Saturday in nineteen-nighty-nine
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Right across from where I'm standing on the dance floor she was landing
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
It was clear that she was from another time
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Like some baby Barbarella with the stars as her umbrella
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
She asked me if I'd like to magnetise
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Do I have to go star-trekking? Cos it's you I should be checking
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
So she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes
Chorus:
[G#m7] [-] [F#m7] She's just a cosmic [B7]girl[-] [C#m7]
From another [G#m7]galax[-]y [F#m7] My heart's at zero [B7]grav[-]ity[C#m7]
She's from a cosmic [G#m7]world[-] [F#m7] Putting me in [B7]ecst[-]asy[C#m7]
Transmitting on my [G#m7]frequ[-]en[F#m7]cy She's cosm[B7]ic[-][C#m7]
Verse 2:
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
I'm scanning all my radars cos she said she's from a quasar
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Forty thousand million light years away
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
It's a distant solar system, I tried to phone but they don't list 'em
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
So I asked her for a number all the same
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
She said, step in my transporter so I can teleport ya'
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
All around my heavenly body
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
This could be a close encounter I should take care not to flounder
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
I must've died and gone to heaven Cos it was a quarter past eleven
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
On a Saturday in nineteen-nighty-nine
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Right across from where I'm standing on the dance floor she was landing
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
It was clear that she was from another time
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Like some baby Barbarella with the stars as her umbrella
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
She asked me if I'd like to magnetise
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Do I have to go star-trekking? Cos it's you I should be checking
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
So she lazer beamed me with her cosmic eyes
Chorus:
[G#m7] [-] [F#m7] She's just a cosmic [B7]girl[-] [C#m7]
From another [G#m7]galax[-]y [F#m7] My heart's at zero [B7]grav[-]ity[C#m7]
She's from a cosmic [G#m7]world[-] [F#m7] Putting me in [B7]ecst[-]asy[C#m7]
Transmitting on my [G#m7]frequ[-]en[F#m7]cy She's cosm[B7]ic[-][C#m7]
Verse 2:
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
I'm scanning all my radars cos she said she's from a quasar
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Forty thousand million light years away
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
It's a distant solar system, I tried to phone but they don't list 'em
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
So I asked her for a number all the same
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
She said, step in my transporter so I can teleport ya'
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
All around my heavenly body
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
This could be a close encounter I should take care not to flounder
Em7 . . . F#m7 . B7#5 .
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face
