Blue Gene, baby
Skinny white sailor,
The chances were slender
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn you? Decline,
With some thunderbird wine
And a black hankerchief?
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 Caps roll tonight
At the soc. hop ball in the union hall
Where The Bop is their delight
Here comes 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 the jump back honey in the dungarees
Tight sweater and a pony tail
Will you guess her age when she comes backstage?
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 'til the hearse arrives
And you lay that pistol down.
Sweet Gene Vincent:
There's nowhere left to hide.
With lazy skin and ashtray eyes
A perforated pride.
So farewell mademoiselle, knickerbocker hotel
Say goodbye to money owed.
But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
You gotta get back on the road.
Sweet Gene Vincent!
Sweet Gene Vincent!
Sweet Gene Vincent!
Sweet Gene Vincent!
When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
You gotta get back on the road.
