chocolate in your peanut butter

For no good reason I can figure, the last couple of days my brain's jukebox has been treating me to a mutant song that goes from the verse and chorus lead-in of Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" into the chorus of David Bowie's "Moonage Daydream"... It would work better if Bowie's song were a whole step lower ("Tiny Dancer"'s chorus begins on F, "Moonage Daydream"'s on G), but I like the lyrical juxtaposition: "Oh how it feels so real / Lying here, with no one near / Only you, and you can hear me / When I say softly...slowly... / Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe / Put your raygun to my head / Press your space-face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!"