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 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 sock hop ball in the union hall

Where the bop is their delight



Here come duck-tail danny dragging uncanny annie,

Shes the one with the flying feet

You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease

But 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 back-stage,

The hoodlums bite their nails



Black gloves, white frost

Black crpe, white lead

White sheet, black knight

Jet black, dead white



Sweet gene vincent

Theres one in every town

And the devil drives till the hearse arrives

And you lay the pistol down



Sweet gene vincent

With nowhere left to hide

With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes

And perforated pride



Sail away, boys

Take me home

Country roads



So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel

Goodbye to money owed

When your leg still hurts, but you need more shirts

You got to get back on the road



Sweet gene vincent

Sweet gene vincent

Sweet gene vincent

Sweet gene vincent



When your leg still hurts, but you need more shirts

You got to get back on the road