Sweet Gene Vincent

Blue Gene baby Skinny white sailor, The chances were slender The beauties were brief Shall I mourn your decline With some Thunderbird wine And a black handkerchief? I miss your sad Virginia whisper I miss the voice that called my heart Sweet Gene Vincent Young and old and gone Sweet Gene Vincent Who, who, who slapped John? White face, black shirt White socks, black shoes Black hair, white Strat Bled white, died black Sweet Gene Vincent Let the blue roll tonight At the sock hop ball in the Union Hall Where the bop is their delight Here come duck-tailed Danny Dragging Uncanny Annie She's the one with the flying feet You can break the peace Daddy sickle grease The beat is reet complete And you jump back, honey In the dungerees Tight sweater and a pony tail Will you guess her age When she comes back stage? The hoodlums bite their nails Black gloves, white frost Black crepe, white lead White sheet, black knight Jet black, dead white Sweet Gene Vincent There's one in every town And the devil drives Till the hearse arrives And you lay that pistol down Sweet Gene Vincent There's nowhere left to hide With lazy skin and ash tray eyes A perforated pride So farewell mademoiselle, Knickerbocker Hotel Farewell to money owed But when your leg still hurts And you need more shirts You got to get back on the road --- Sweet Gene Vincent - Ian Dury and Ian Dury & the Blockheads