Sweet Gene Vincent

Blue Gene baby<br><br>Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties werebrief<br>Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a blackhandkerchief?<br>I miss your sad Virginia whisper, I miss the voice that called myheart<br><br>Sweet Gene Vincent<br>Young and old and gone<br>Sweet Gene Vincent<br>Who, who, who slapped John?<br><br>White face, black shirt<br>White socks, black shoes<br>Black hair, white strat<br>Bled white, died black<br><br>Sweet Gene Vincent<br>Let the blue caps roll tonight<br>At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall<br>Where the bop is their delight<br><br>Here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie, she`s the onewith the flying feet<br>You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease because the beat isreet complete<br>And the jump-back honey in the dungarees, tight sweater and apony-tail<br>Will you guess her age when she comes back-stage, the hoodlumsbite their nails<br><br>Black gloves, white frost<br>Black crкpe, white lead<br>White sheet, black knight<br>Jet black, dead white<br><br>Sweet Gene Vincent<br>There`s one in every town<br>And the devil drives till the hearse arrives<br>And you lay the pistol down<br><br>Sweet Gene Vincent<br>With nowhere left to hide<br>With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes<br>And perforated pride<br><br>So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel<br>Goodbye to money owed<br>When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts<br>But you got to get back on the road