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 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 cats 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 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 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