Sweet Gene Vincent

                                  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 roll tonight

At the sock hop ball in the Union Hall

Where the bop is their 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 pony tail

Will 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

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, 

Knickerbocker Hotel

Farewell to money owed

But when your leg still hurts 

And you need more shirts

You got to get back on the road