Tytuł: Sweet gene Vincent

• Wykonawca: Ian Dury
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   Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
  the beauties were breif
  shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
  and a black hankercheif?
  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 there delight
  
  here 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 dungerees
  tight sweater and a ponny tail
  will you guess her age when she comes back stage?
  the hoodlems bite thier 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 hurse 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, 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