Bowie and Me

David was watching over me in his black stretch limo car.
I first fell in love with him when Ziggy played guitar.
David was watching over me in his tilted trilby hat,
Laying down some rock and roll, he was a cool, cool cat.
David was watching over me with make-up on his face.
I was taken with his orange hair, and his 'animal grace'.
David was watching over me, blowing smoke rings north and south...
Time took a cigarette, and put it in my mouth....

David did watch over me when the first puff made me puke,
and my face became much paler that the Thin White Duke.
David did watch over me, then 'crack, baby, crack',
David did watch over me. There was no turning back ....

Now David watches over me when I'm standing in the cold,
and David watches over me when my face is looking old.
David watches over me when I'm coughing and I splutter.
David watches over me throwing money in the gutter.
David watches over me when I'm fumbling for change.
David watches over me when I'm fidgety and strange.
David is watching over me when I'm clutching at my chest,

and David will watch over me, as they lay me out to rest.