Sweet Gene Vincent lyrics

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

But genial whisper

I miss the voice

That called my heart

Sweet
Gene
Vincent

Young
and old
and gone

Sweet
Gene
Vincent

Who, who, who's
that John?

White face, black shirt
white socks, black shoes
black hair, white strat
bled white, dyed black
Sweet Gene Vincent

Let the blue cat's
roll tonight

At the soft 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 incomplete

And you jump back
honey in your dungerees
tight sweater and
a pony tail

Well 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
you lay that pistol down

Sweet Gene Vincent
there's nowhere
left to hide

With lazy skin
and ash-grey eyes
and perforated pride

So farewell mademoiselle
knicker-bocker hotel
farewell to money owed

But when your leg
still hurts and
you need more shirts
you'd better get back
on the road