Sweet Gene Vincent

Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender

The beauties were breif

Shall i mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine

And a black hankercheif?

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 there 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 ponny tail

Will you guess her age when she comes back stage?

The hoodlems bite thier nails

Black linen trousers and motorsickle boots

And black leather jacket with an eagle on the back

Sweet gene vincent

There's one in every town

And the devil drives 'till the hurse 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, knicker-bocker hotel

Farewell to money owed

But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts

You got to get back on the road