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Sweet Gene Vincent (Ian Dury-Cover)

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 handkerchief?

I miss your sad Virginia whisper

I miss the voice that called my heartSweet gene Vincent

Young and old and gone

Sweet gene VincentWho, who, who slapped john?

White face, black shirt

White socks, black shoes

Black hair, white star

Bled white, died blackSweet gene Vincent

Let the blue roll tonight

At the sock hop ball in the union hall

Where the bop is there delightHere come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie

She's tehone with the flying feet

You can break the peace daddy sickle grease

The beat is reet complete

And you 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 nailsBlack gloves, white frost

Black crepe, white lead

White sheet, black knight

Jet black, dead whiteSweet gene Vincent

There's one in every town

And the devil drives 'till the hearse arrives

And you lay that pistol downSweet gene Vincent

There's nowhere left to hide

With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes

A perforated prideSo farewell mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel

Farewell to money owed

But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts

You got to get back on the road

Songwriters

DURY, IAN ROBINS/JANKEL, CHARLES JEREMYPublished by

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