This is based on the Ian Dury and the Blockheads 1970's record "Sweet Gene Vincent."
Skinny white sailor, your chances were slender the glory was brief. |
Shall I mourn your decline with some good red wine and a black handkerchief |
I miss your sad Virginian whisper |
I miss the voice that took my heart. |
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Sweet gene Vincent |
Young and old and gone |
Sweet Gene Vincent |
Who who slapped John ? |
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White face black shirt |
White socks black shoes |
Black hair leather coat |
Bad leg - died too soon |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
Let the Blue Caps roll tonight |
At the Rock N Roll ball in the old club hall |
Dancing to the bop is their delight |
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Here comes duck tail Danny dragging little Sheila |
She’s the one with the flying feet |
These are great times and |
You can dance to the bop all night with that crazy beat |
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The jump – back honey is in blue jeans, tight sweater and a pony tail |
Will you guess her age when she comes back stage |
Because she is a wild cat |
And jumps, giggles and shouts |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
There’s one in every town |
And the devil drives till the hearse arrives |
And you lay the pistol down |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
Your leg still hurts and you need more dough |
You got to get back on the road |
So Farewell my friend – Goodbye |
See you over the rainbow. |
Let me know if you find them all.