Bowie-Cracked actor

I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs

The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had

I’m stiff on my legend, the films that I made

Forget that I’m fifty cause you just got paid

Crack, baby, crack, show me you’re real

Smack, baby, smack, is that all that you feel

Suck, baby, suck, give me your head

Before you start professing that you’re knocking me dead

You caught yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine

But since he pinned you baby you’re a porcupine

You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques

You’ve made a bad connection ‘cause I just want your sex

Crack, baby, crack, show me you’re real

Smack, baby, smack, is that all that you feel

Suck, baby, suck, give me your head

Before you start professing that you’re knocking me dead