Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Sweet Gene Vincent lyrics

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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.