Rockett holds a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, under trainer Renato Magno and trains at Street Sports Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, located in Santa Monica, California.
Rockett is a vegan.
After almost 20 years with Poison, Rockett released his first solo album 'Glitter 4 Your Soul' on January 7, 2003 which was distributed online. The album was a tribute to 1970s glam rock. He also guested on Britny Fox's Bite Down Hard.
In 2015 Rockett co-formed a new rock supergroup the Devil City Angels with guitarist Tracii Guns (L.A. Guns), bassist Eric Brittingham (Cinderella) and vocalist and rhythm guitarist Brandon Gibbs (Cheap Thrill)Their self-titled debut album was officially released September 11, 2015
In December 2015, Rockett announced that he had been battling throat cancer. In July 2016, he reported that he is now cancer-free.
Star Star
Rikki Rockett Lyrics
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Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two toned kisses,
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
I′m gonna make you scream all night.
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their gloves
And lead guitars and movie stars
Get in the tub and get your hood.
Yeah! You′re a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star
Yeah, a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star,
A star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker star.
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid′s,
Now that's what I call obscene,
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,
Legs wrapped around me tight.
If I ever get back to New York, girl,
Gonna make you scream all night.
Yeah! You′re a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star
Yeah, a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star,
A star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker star.
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen,
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair,
Ballin′ through the Silver Screen.
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don′t know where to draw the line.
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you don′t get
John Wayne before he dies.
Yeah! You′re a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star
Yeah, a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star,
A star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker star.
The lyrics to Rikki Rockett's song "Star Star" tell the story of a man who is longing for a woman who has left him and moved to Hollywood. He misses her kisses and the way she would wrap her legs around him. The woman is portrayed as a "star f*cker," someone who pursues famous and wealthy men, as evidenced by her affairs with Steve McQueen and potentially John Wayne. The man seems to be both enamored and exasperated by her behavior, desiring her but also acknowledging that he doesn't know where to draw the line with her.
The song's chorus consists solely of the repeated phrase "star f*cker," which serves to emphasize the woman's pursuit of fame and reinforce the man's frustration with her actions. The lyrics also touch on themes of sexual freedom and liberation, with references to explicit photography and sexual experimentation with fruit.
Overall, the song is a commentary on the celebrity culture of Hollywood, specifically the ways in which people use and exploit celebrities for their own gain. It also highlights the allure and danger of pursuing fame and fortune, and the potential consequences of reckless behavior.
Line by Line Meaning
Baby, baby, I′ve been so sad since you've been gone
I have been deeply unhappy since you left me
Way back to New York City
Returning to New York City, where we used to be together
Where you do belong
Knowing that New York is where you belong
Honey, I missed your two toned kisses,
I have missed your unique kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
Feeling your legs wrapped tightly around me
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
The next time I am in New York City
I′m gonna make you scream all night.
I will give you immense pleasure and make you scream with ecstasy all night long
Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
Contact me on the phone, my love
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
I'm aware that you are moving to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
Carrying your can of whipped cream
All those beat up friends of mine
My disreputable acquaintances
Got to get you in their gloves
They must get their hands on you
And lead guitars and movie stars
Feeling jealous of famous guitarists and actors
Get in the tub and get your hood.
Come and have a bath and cover yourself
Yeah! You′re a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star
You crave the attention of famous people and sleep with them
Yeah, a star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star,
You repeatedly go after famous people regardless of who they are
A star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker, star f*cker star.
You exclusively pursue famous people for your own gratification
Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid′s,
I heard about your pornographic pictures
Now that's what I call obscene,
What you did is absolutely vulgar
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
Your sexual acts with fruits were quite amusing
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
I assume that you keep yourself clean and hygienic
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
Ali McGraw was angry with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen,
Because you gave oral sex to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair,
We looked good together
Ballin′ through the Silver Screen.
We had sex on the movie sets
Honey, I'm open to anything
I am willing to try anything sexual
I don′t know where to draw the line.
I am unsure of the limits of my sexual behavior
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you don′t get
I'm betting that you won't have sex with
John Wayne before he dies.
John Wayne, the actor, before he dies
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Lescano Mauricio
Contributed by Addison V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.